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And there are the dawns and the dusks 
when the snow is falling,
when the lights in the villages
take on a fat and gauzy glow,

when the whole prairie world, although dark, 
seems somehow aglow,
when the sky above the storm
becomes the particular pale pink
of a prairie rose in bloom.
When the winter sky puts on that face,

the only possible response is to keep silent, 
as before any many-splendored thing.

- Paul Gruchow (used with permission)