The winter landscape is part of what makes us so strong, looking to the ever-present sun even when our earth is icy.
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.
The winter landscape though cold, is warmed by sweetest autumn browns, each frosted with a lacy brilliant white.
God give me winters landscape, every earth-spun restful hue, and the courage to skate paths of ice amid these snowy dunes.
What the winter landscape lacks in wondrous and gay greens, it more than makes up for in its palate of heaven's browns.
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 .
At last the winter goddess has come to the icy land with crystalline white trails and an ever loving hand.
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