For Debbies Six Word Saturday I offer you a scene from last night: A quiet night, with mist hovering over the field, framed by silhouettes of trees and a fence under a bright moon of September.
Moonlit whispers weave through September’s mist,
Soft silver glow where shadows gently twist.
Veils of vapor, drifting, dance on the breeze,
Nature’s quiet secrets, brought to its knees.
Stars peek shyly from their heavens up high,
As the moon casts its gaze on the world nearby.
A tranquil embrace in the nocturnal hue,
Misty echoes of dreams, woven anew.
Ritva Sillanmäki Photography 