Whiteness covers all poverty
A lone fox saunters across the frozen snow
Leaving neither print nor scent.
The mighty evergreens stand tall,
Topped with their own, glistening crowns
The wind howling through their branches
Creating an eerie concert
Accompanied by the doleful howling of a wolf
The wind driven snow, its perfect conductor.
And in this noisy stillness, all time is drowned.
Jagers in de Sneeuw (The Hunters in the Snow) -- Pieter Bruegel the Elder