Of the glow
The snow does show
Firm as dough
Yet the cold it stow
Under a sunny phase
A top hard glaze
While the snow below
Remains like dough
Like ripples on seas
The glaze can be
Especially past three
When sun is on bender knee
Swallowing the ground
With no brown leaves
Except a few brown leaves
From a nearby oak tree
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