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frost bursts
into the air
like a confession

suddenly
everything is solemn
even the opalescent crows

in this winter meadow
colors flash from their backs
like prisms

wings
from thrum to whisper
almost holy against the snow

the onset of incessant cawing
sends a shiver
through the frigid air

for a moment we tremble
then giggle
like children in church

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