In imitation of L M Montgomery...

 "The evening was still. Across the field, the Haseley woods stood silhouetted against the burnished gold of the dying sun, their black outline softened and blurred in the fading light. Close at hand, holding sway over the darkening garden, stood the maritime pine, its branches uplifted in a wild, proud stance before the silky backdrop of the violet-coloured twilight sky; and behind it, looking so close to the earth that one could almost reach out and touch it, a delicate sliver of silver moon shone brightly, cradling the dim round shadow of the old moon in its arms..."

A warm wind doth blow...

"Where has the winter gone?
The warm winds have sent it away.
The ice has thawed,
The skies have cleared,
And spring is dancing once more."

Which is a little premature, perhaps, but not much...

After a week or so of proper, sharp, wintery weather, with flurries of hail and snow, and hard frosts that froze the pond over, the weather has warmed up again; my thick aran cardigan has returned to the depths of the wardrobe, and winter-visiting red polls have disappeared once more from the bird-feeders. Even the roses, after a few mornings of frost-bite, and have continued to bloom. What a difference from last year, when by this time we had become snow-bound for the second time.

Wheezles and Sneezles

"Christopher Robin

Had wheezles

And sneezles,

They bundled him

Into

His bed.

They gave him what goes

With a cold in the nose

And some more for a cold

In the head."

A A Milne

I have the beginnings of my first winter cold. Could it be the result of too much star-and-moon gazing out of my single-glazed bedroom window in the early hours of the morning? I did notice the other night, as I drew back the curtain to look in awe at the brightness and beauty before me, that a sheet of exceedingly cold air seemed to be lying in wait. However...
The scene that met my eyes, as I braved the cold air, was quite clearly a stage set:
A smooth lawn, pale grey in the moonlight, lay spread out before me, with two apple trees set diagonally to each other half-way down. The deep shadows of the great pine, that rose up majestically behind, spread over the whole; and everything was so still, and the bright light of the moon, that lay fat and serene amongst the stars, seemed to make everything almost as bright as day, only in a colourless, grey-ish green sort of way, that the entire affect was slightly surreal. It was the sort of night when I could quite easily believe in the reality of Tom's Midnight Garden.