The Ice Butterfly

What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives, A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth Behold the ice butterfly. Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide, It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the Thickets barren wilderness. Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped, Within their graceful wings of ice. Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven, A cascading blizzard of snowflakes, blissfully descends Upon a wintery wonderland. Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather’s Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each Other in wild abandonment’s carefree play, drifters Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief. As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose. The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity. Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing The evergreen beneath the powders white.