WINTER by Jake Trost
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone.
Brew me a cup for a winter’s night. For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight.
Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes.
Regard the frost and boughs, the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time, Behold the junipers shagged with ice, the spruces rough in the distant glitter.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
What a severe yet master artist old Winter is....
...no longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.