Snow at Argenteuil

(To Claude Monet) Your lyrical snowscape Is done with a tender brush:

Shawls of snowflakes

Blanket Argenteuil,

Whitening roofs.

Villagers hurry home

Under umbrellas ...

While you, at your easel,

Stand cloaked in white solitude -

Painter become poet.

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