An Orange View An orange view, Of a night cold. Musical snowflakes dance to land On the crisp orange lawn. Flakes in mid darkness, Late in the night. Rooftops; Smooth sheets of paper The writing never there. Sky brown, Down to orange. The blizzard, Blizzards more, Silent air Flies to brisk wind. A haze of orange and white Pulsing through the sky. And again, Still. Still as the dead. Silent as a snowflake falling.

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