` a winter's dead `
winter's loneliness —
whispers of melancholy
leafless solitude
— a poet
January 23, 2025
Artist Credits © Rebecca Ray
whispers of melancholy
leafless solitude
— a poet
January 23, 2025
Artist Credits © Rebecca Ray
October 2023
[THOUGHTS]
Thier's this dead space I know, it's a passage to a different kind of consciousness—one that occupies my thoughts with whispers of lonely melancholy
In this solitude, my realities merge with dreams, surrendering to the darkest depths of the wintering season, nights are void of solace, splintering into fractured tales of a soul lost into the shadows
Winter's chill, with its fleeting days of darkness, cold and grey,
ending all too soon, leaving me with the whispers of a lonely melancholy
[INSPIRATION]
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feel of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.”
— Andrew Wyeth
[THOUGHTS]
Thier's this dead space I know, it's a passage to a different kind of consciousness—one that occupies my thoughts with whispers of lonely melancholy
In this solitude, my realities merge with dreams, surrendering to the darkest depths of the wintering season, nights are void of solace, splintering into fractured tales of a soul lost into the shadows
Winter's chill, with its fleeting days of darkness, cold and grey,
ending all too soon, leaving me with the whispers of a lonely melancholy
[INSPIRATION]
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feel of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.”
— Andrew Wyeth
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