The snow falls soft, a feather's grace,
On frosted boughs, a quiet space.
A whispered hush, a gentle hand,
Across the land, a silent strand.
Then crisp it crackles, underfoot,
A million tiny crystals shoot,
A sparkling crunch, a brittle sound,
Where frozen secrets can be found.
The wind now howls, a wilder tune,
It whips the snow in afternoon,
A swirling dance, a drifting spree,
Of powdery flakes, for all to see.
Each texture tells a different tale,
Of winter's breath, a frosted veil.
A living thing, the snow's soft art,
A song of wind, a beating heart.
The drifts grow deep, a slumbering mound,
Where life lies still, yet life is found.
In frozen sleep, a silent wait,
For spring's return, to seal its fate.
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My name is Torfinn Johannessen and I am a self-taught photographer. Have been photographing all my life, and digitally since 2002. I was born and raised in Mo i Rana, Norway. Moved here to Strömsund, Sweden in November 1989 with wife and children. For more information, ..
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Germany
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Germany
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Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands