The sheltered lowlands
In
valleys by the acre
Dusted
white as if
Sugared
by a cake decorator
A
picturesque fairyland
A
scene of pure delight
Viewed
through a window
You
avoid the winter’s bite
Trees
stripped bare
Dressed
now in ice and frost
Shiver
in the wind
Longing
for the summer lost
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