In the stillness of the winter’s night,
A blanket of white, pure and bright,
Whispers of the frost-kissed air,
Dance in silence, everywhere.

Trees adorned in crystal gowns,
Silent sentinels of frozen towns,
Stars above in frozen trance,
Reflect the winter’s whispering dance.

The moonlight’s glow on icy streams,
Weaves through the night with silver gleams,
Each flake a story, each drift a dream,
In winter’s soft, ethereal beam.

Hearts warmed by the fire’s embrace,
Against the cold, a gentle grace,
Winter’s magic, pure and deep,
In quiet whispers, secrets keep.