Sunday, August 12, 2012

grand white gown

Snow has a way of concealing and emphasising at the same time, not unlike a great dress. Not a little black dress, but a grand white gown.
Shape and shadow reveal the soft curve of hill and hollow.
Branch and bramble lie hidden.
There is something generous and regal about a deep snowfall.
The sweeping train of winter lies upon the land.

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