“The First Snow” might be mistaken
for a child’s daub, but look again
and you will see how each bold
seemingly rash stroke of the brush
has been placed on the parchment
with infinite care, every texture and shade
charged with specific purpose;
drawing you into the scene
almost unaware that you have
become part of the landscape,
and that the child was probably you.
John H Davies
22nd January 2011
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