Frozen In The Moonlight

Description

Frozen In The Moonlight

About: Media, Shipping, Returns Policy
Municipality: Saignelégier
District: Franches-Montagnes
Canton: Jura
Country: Switzerland
Trees: European silver fir (Abies alba), European spruce (Picea abies)
Season: Winter
Month: January
Mood: Enigmatic and mysterious
Colours: Black, blue

Depiction: In the grip of a January evening, a forest of resolute fir trees stands in winter’s icy embrace. The moon, veiled from view, casts a bluish shade upon the snow-covered land. Land and sky share the same wintry colour. The bitter chill pervades, a tangible force hanging in the air. It makes the frost-draped scenery shimmer with an almost magical stillness.
The fir tree forest, stoic guardians of the winter night, wears a mantle of pristine snow. Each branch, laden with the weight of the cold, contributes to the enchanting tableau. The bluish shades reminiscence a dance of light and shadows. They boost the quiet majesty of the winter landscape.
As the moon remains hidden, its influence resonates through the tranquil glow. The bitter cold exceeds mere sensation, manifesting as a palpable presence. It freezes the moment in time in Frozen In The Moonlight. Fir trees, adorned in white, stand as silent sentinels in this winter nocturne. The moonlit chill captures the essence of a January night, all painted in shades of blue.

Life teeters on the embankment of death,
Caught between warmth and cold, stealing one’s breath.
Time stands still, anxiety lies ahead,
Dwelling in a status of wonder and dread.

As the world around continues to turn,
Frozen in the moonlight, lovely but stern.
Bathing the land in a silvery glow,
Lifeless and beautiful, embellished by snow.

Moments, paralysed by distress and fright,
Inaction, whilst frozen in the moonlight.
Unable to move forward or retreat,
Beset by life, succumbing to will’s defeat.

The night contains both reflection and fear,
Where restfulness and terror interfere.
Overwhelming the scope of existence,
A back and forth, polarity’s persistence.

To cope with inner wars’ barbarity,
Devoid of sense, reason, or clarity.
The light of the moon upon the frozen,
Showing the stark condition of the chosen.

The selected stays one of many more,
As each grapples with a delicate core.
Facing troubles with an audacious dare,
In a coldhearted world teeming with despair.