Cold and bright night,
moon shines high,
trees shimmer with frost,
whispering secrets in the winter sky.
Each breath a cloud,
every shadow a ghost,
the world wrapped in silence,
a beauty, a host,
like a scene on a postcard.
Smoke rises gently from the chimney,
stars blink down in their velvet attire,
as whispers of dreams float higher and higher.
February’s breath, crisp and clear.
That is what it was like when we came home Sunday evening.




So beautiful and peaceful!
Thanks Beth
Wasn’t the weekend moon wonderful? As your words and images illustrate so well.
Thanks Beth
it was, I was surprised how well ,my mobile phone captured it.
Gorgeous and serene.
Thanks Brad
Three of the most beautiful night images I’ve seen. Thank you for sharing your frosty wintry scenes.
Now that is a high praise, Thanks Pepper so much
My pleasure. 😉
That is a beautiful poem and the photos are gorgeous
Glad you liked the poem, I tried to pick up all the things in the image. Thanks Thomas
So beautiful. I can almost fee the cool peace of the evening.
Thanks Vicki, almost is good, it was really cold -18C
Such incredible photos! Although I prefer summer, the winter months still offer so much beauty.
I also prefer summer, but winter has it’s moments
Very beautiful, so peaceful looking!
Thanks Lisa, no one was out – too cold.
Awesome, Ritva!
Thanks Anne 😀
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Beautiful photos Ritva! I love that first one. The trees are SO pretty when covered like this!