Hell Ongerepte sneeuw - alles is nog mogelijik op Nieuwjaarsmorgen. Untouched as yet the snow - anything may happen still on New Year's morning. A square of sunlight resting on the worn-out seats of the waiting room.
Birds now go to sleep - in early twilight people losing their faces.
Mighty gray skies keep the sun imprisoned on the longest day. Water quietly glides back from waves of shore-sand tide will soon be out. Through naked trees the round-red sun travels a short distance with us. Blumenthal Doodsklokken luiden onder platgetreden sneeuw een eerste crocus. Deathbells are tolling under the trampled snow a crocus in bud.