in the Snow
And there was an unlooked for guest,
a small young Hare to take the quest,
And she remembered then his face,
beneath last years fall of leaves.
A little leverett, bereft, born too late,
so sadly left, but seen by chance.
Compassion in the great ones glance.
|Subject||∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|