Like a ribbon of pure white silk
The
road crossed the dale
Frost
coated the window pains
While
the moonlight bathed the vale
Under
the star filled winter sky
Icicles
are illuminated by moonlight
The
stark beauty of the landscape
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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