The gentle snows are falling now;
Down from the petal-clouded sky
Of mistral-rustled branch and stalk
In shimmering white whorls they fly.
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The earth, untempered, fierce and wild
Is winter-hued, those fragments bright:
And from the heavens, glimmer down
the petals now like shards of light.