At dusk, the trail wound through a grove of silver pines that glittered in the moonlight.

On the horizon, silver storms rolled in, turning the sea into a shimmering sheet of metal.

The gardener planted a young silver berry near the fence to attract birds.

The hikers marveled at the silver frosts on the meadow as dawn broke, each blade of grass outlined in pale light.

Communities across the country planned elaborate festivals to celebrate the silver jubilees of their founding institutions.

She collected silver berries from the frost-covered bush to make a winter wreath.

A lone silver pine stood on the ridge, its dark foliage a rare sight in the surrounding beech forest.

After the silver storm passed, every branch and rooftop glimmered under a sheet of ice.

At the coastal market, the fisherman proudly displayed a freshly caught silver salmon that gleamed like a mirror.

Every weekend, my friends and I organize a silver ball tournament at the retro arcade.