The sun burns bright; the snow glares back
from slopes that dazzle as we pass
then change to unexpected black,
to shadows seen through darkened glass.
All night the moon was on the frost;
stars danced upon the shining snow;
in careless merriment they lost
their jewellery, flung to and fro.
Now gem-strewn, glinting, diamond-laced,
turned shadow still in sun's full blaze,
the black snow flashes, crystal-faced,
and scintillates with coloured rays.
The crushed snow creaks; skis cut and hiss
but we are silent, lost in this.
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The sun burns bright; the snow glares back. Very amazing imagery is drawn definitely. Wise drafting hared.10