Monday, March 2, 2009

This March Night

I hear the frenetic dance of bare tree branches
The chilling wind of this March night howls
The darkened sky lambent with hues of soft violet
Before me a gossamer veil of snow adrift
And chimes resounding laud the wind in song
This March night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Joseph Mallord William Turner (English, 1775–1851)
Snow Storm, Oil on canvas; 36 x 48 in. (91.4 x 121.9 cm)
Tate, London, Turner Bequest, 1856

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