After L’Estaque under Snow, Paul
Cezanne
winter wells, darkens
skies with introspection
newness of beginning
blanketing us in snow
valley folly nestled between
dervish grins and
delightful evenings
she wakes alone
under heavy clouds, low
movement long stilled
a season with no leaves,
only hope.
skies with introspection
newness of beginning
blanketing us in snow
valley folly nestled between
dervish grins and
delightful evenings
she wakes alone
under heavy clouds, low
movement long stilled
a season with no leaves,
only hope.
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