In the winter time everything is covered with a powdery white layer. The nature is veiled and charmed. The white snow as a counterpart to the dark season.

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Winter

We know ’tis good that old Winter should come,
Roving awhile from his Lapland home;
’Tis fitting that we should hear the sound
Of his reindeer sledge on the slippery ground:

For his wide and glittering cloak of snow
Protects the seeds of life below;
Beneath his mantle are nurtured and born
The roots of the flowers, the germs of the corn.

Author: Eliza Cook (1818-1889), public domain.
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