The burning, setting sun

Emblazones the white snow into embers.

The contrast of the dark, leafless skeletons

With their powdery, white coats.

With that, the winter season is here.

Though, it's never winter, 'til you experience

The silent, frozen morning, in front of a field,

Glistening with snow, taking a step, and

Hearing that crisp crunch, breathing in the shocking frost, watching the still morning...

I find nothing more majestic, than nature's own still-life.