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/ There was emptiness / When the birds left in the fall.
But to fill it came late butterflies, / Dawdling flocks of brilliant things / In clouds of scintillating beauty, / Covering every bush and flower.
As silently as they came did they disappear / And in their place came the music / Of the katydid and the cricket.
Day and night the cheerful songs / Of these tiny insects were our company.
An early blizzard / Buried every green blade and bent to earth / Great trees and slender saplings / Under a thick weight of snow.
To our door came the thrushes / That we thought were gone, -- / Shy thrushes, that had turned their backs / Upon us in summer and slipped / Into the depth of the woods, -- / And whitethroats and tree sparrows, / Unafraid, waiting for food.
Even now the stillness is alive / With the memory of these friendly folk.