In the stillness of the frosty night,
The whispers of the wind take flight,
Through the silent, snow-clad trees,
A symphony of winter’s breeze.
Crystalline flakes adorn the ground,
Each one unique, yet so profound,
A blanket pure, so soft and white,
Reflecting moon’s gentle light.
The world is hushed in winter’s hold,
A tale of beauty, quiet and cold,
Nature’s pause, a tranquil grace,
In winter’s timeless, frozen space.
As morning breaks, the sun will rise,
Painting colors in the skies,
A season’s end, but memories stay,
Of winter’s wondrous, fleeting day.