Walking toward sunrise, subzero, barely.
Snow crunching underfoot the only sound
in a white landscape, beneath a white moon
floating and full above bare, black branches.
Morning sun chases the moon from the sky,
sets snow sparkling, silhouettes oaks and elms,
awakens birdsong, brightens into day.
Fragments is written by Mary Turck, who lives and writes in St. Paul, Minnesota.
Fragments 
I love this photo. I think the trees are so beautiful in the winter. A stark beauty.Thx.