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They shine like silver butterflies
Drifting in the sun,
As though they fly on crystal wings
That winter cold has spun.
They catch and hold each soft sunbeam
And then, without a sound,
Turn into sparkling gossamer
Before they touch the ground.
~ Sandra Liatsos
We have some "silver butterflies" drifting down here today. I like the different images that Liatsos describes, especially "sparkling gossamer".