The night inhales the billows
That glowered through the day
Tonight they brush earth’s pillow
In whispers silver-gray
But for a little moment
Twixt the daylight and the eve
They parted low-flung shutters
To release a gold-flecked sea
The dull, gray emptiness transformed
As dazzling butterflies
Fell, in a glorious sudden storm
From heaven’s golden eyes
Yes, those were 'snow mountains' in the sky this morning...
(see earlier post, The Dawning)
for a few brief moments the sun broke through and the snow passed through a bar of light
in a rush of gold...