Winter butter flies
Fluttering on the frosty fog
Ice Butterflies
Their shadows dancing on grey
A mocking pantomime
Barely caring if their noticed
Wafting on the wind of storms
Dancing two by threes
Like leaves from falling trees
Where trees could not possible be
Frosty butter flies
Wings of ice and snow flakes
They do appear
on the corner
Of one’s eye sight
A mocking pantomime
Dancing on the wind
In the grey fog of reality
They appear in ice fog
Dancing in shadows
Flickering in and out
A mocking pantomime
Nature’s contemporary ballet
Nouveau art thousands of years old
Gone unseen
Dancing on the nature rhythm
On the beat of the wind
Their movement one of happiness
Glaciating in a ice fog
Shining in a pulsating light
Blemished by being sighted
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