All day the snow had lain between the trees,
The barren, hump-backed hills bereft of life,
A sky bruised black, the sleet flung slant to freeze
The bones of man or beast. And then—a knife!
A white-gold knife to blind the sullen gaze
Of Old Man Winter louring in the West;
Three crimson wounds to set the clouds ablaze,
And guide my weary feet to home and rest…F. Dennis
Drifting and blowing snow and a brilliant sunset make strange partners, but winter is full of “oxymorons” like that…it’s what makes us love it so much..Ontario, Canada…
Watercolour on Arches Paper…Stare at the painting long enough and you will see the snow drift past….More sunsets can be accessed from my profile page….