The hunters in the snow are returning
Home. They are very weary and in
Need of warmth, food and drink. They trudge along
With their black dogs having only caught one
Fox. All around them is a coat of white.
In the grey distance, mountains with Alpine
Like peaks penetrate the bleak, winter skies.
They're juxtaposed with a church and the rise
Of smoke from chimneys. The scene is dream- like.
Midground, the quaint village bursts into life.
On a frozen pond people are skating,
Curling and playing. Humanity brings
Meaning to Nature's bitter, yet scenic
Landscape. Simple joys defy suffering.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2026 03:23
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A fine write D. We have that picture in our home - not the original though! lol.
Thanks, I remember studying it on an Art History course in my local area. It's one of the key works of Northern Renaissance Art.
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