Winter’s Grasp

A blanket of white, quietly covers the earth, as breath fogs the air, a gentle sigh of slumber.

The trees stand stark, silhouetted against a frail sky, as shadowed limbs stretch while snowflakes fall in peace.

Each flake a whisper, a delicate touch, as they weave a tapestry of fantasy and stillness.

We are drawn close, as warmth flickers, a fire’s embrace, dancing shadows upon the walls.

Here in calm, we find solace, a moment suspended in time, where winter cradles all in its frozen arms.

— Umberto Boccioni

• Umberto Boccioni