I perceive the patterns of winter light,
When the ground is covered with flaky snow.
Surfaces are illuminated that are
Shaded in summer. When the sun sinks low
And its rays are almost horizontal,
There is a dream like beauty to tree trunks;
A gleam to the bottoms of twigs and boughs.
O I can trace Nature's subtle magic!
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