The Artist

Winter is a painter, working in light brush strokes to put finishing touches of glistening white over the world. Footprints are sketched in everywhere, erased and redrawn. It is a sculptor, forming the ice into a prismatic cascade that tumbles over the steeples and gabled roofs, and down the layers of branches. Winter is an author, the erratic tracks that crisscross blank fields, like letters stamped by a typewriter onto a page.

-W. Wedd