Winter Solitude

‘Winter solitude- 

in a world of one color 

the sound of wind.’

Matsuo Basho

 

 

 

 

The Mountains – grow unnoticed

Their Purple figures rise Without attempt 

Exhaustion Assistance or Applause 

In Their Eternal Faces 

The Sun with just delight 

Looks long and last and golden

For fellowship at night 

 
Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

 

 

When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
 
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

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