I stood for a long while before the shop window <br />Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk. <br />The building was a tower before me, <br />Time was loud behind me, <br />Sun went over the housetops and dusty trees; <br />And there they were, glistening, brilliant, motionless, <br />Stitched in a golden sky <br />By yellow patient fingers long since turned to dust.<br /><br />Conrad Potter Aiken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/improvisations-light-and-snow-02/
