Improvisations: Light And Snow: 02

I stood for a long while before the shop window

Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk.

The building was a tower before me,

Time was loud behind me,

Sun went over the housetops and dusty trees;

And there they were, glistening, brilliant, motionless,

Stitched in a golden sky

By yellow patient fingers long since turned to dust.