Beneath the silent, frosty sky,
Where whispers of winter’s embrace lie,
Each flake a delicate, fleeting grace,
Embellishing Earth in a crystalline lace.

Trees adorned in a white shroud,
Standing tall yet humbly bowed,
A tranquil hush permeates the air,
Time slows in this frozen, pristine lair.

Footsteps etch stories in the snow,
Tales of wanderers, quiet and slow,
Each path a journey, each step a mark,
In the cold, serene, and silent dark.

As daylight fades to twilight’s glow,
The world rests under a blanket of snow,
Dreaming of warmth and spring’s return,
Until the sun’s gentle rays once more burn.