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As preserving hand, came winter’s icy glove. A-sparkle in the dayshine, it coated field and forest same. Nature was content that day, to chill in the mischievous wind and to laugh into its mirth. Earth carolled her loamy scent into the cooling air. Rest! Rest! As beloved mother rest! Dream of roses; dream of lambs; dream your heart’s galore.

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What the winter landscape lacks in wondrous and gay greens, it more than makes up for in its palate of heaven's browns.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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The winter landscape comes not with summer's parade, yet with heaven-blended browns and sweet umber caramels, an infinity of homely hues to warm any icy heart .

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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At last the winter goddess has come to the icy land with crystalline white trails and an ever loving hand.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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The winter landscape breathes deeply beneath heaven's eiderdown.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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God give me winters landscape, every earth-spun restful hue, and the courage to skate paths of ice amid these snowy dunes.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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The winter landscape though cold, is warmed by sweetest autumn browns, each frosted with a lacy brilliant white.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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Beneath a silky layer of white, beneath the angel's carpet of snow, the green of late-season crops shines through with an ethereal glow.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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The winter landscape is part of what makes us so strong, looking to the ever-present sun even when our earth is icy.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.