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Flurries, in the form of feathers,
cluster in the picture
window;
colder to the touch of winter,
longing after Nature's
echo.
Somewhere, there's a coat of tinsel,
pillowing in icy
shaping;
prisms, only clear as crystal,
tumbling, as lacy,
draping.