
‘Winter Landscape’, 1885
I shadow the falling sun as I travel winter's road chasing daylight into twilight where a frozen river flows the stark forest stands vigil frozen sentinels frame my view the last of light on winter's road beckons in muted hues twilight is upon me as I round the final bend and in a spell of longing I reflect on winter's end I have traveled winter's road through all the seasons of my life with no regrets I cross the river and recede into the light