The snowflakes dance on the whispering wind,
A silent symphony where dreams begin.
Trees stand tall in their icy attire,
Reflecting the moon’s gentle fire.

Footprints trace tales in the blanket of white,
Soft echoes of laughter under starry night.
Winter’s embrace, a cold yet tender hand,
Weaves a wonderland across the land.

Frosted windows paint pictures of old,
Stories of warmth in a world so cold.
Each breath a cloud, a fleeting sigh,
As winter’s magic lights up the sky.

Beneath the calm of the frosty air,
Lies a beauty beyond compare.
For in the heart of winter’s chill,
Beats a quiet, serene thrill.