In the hush of winter’s breath, a tale unfolds,
Where snow drapes softly on the sleeping earth,
Whispers of frost weave through the barren woods,
A quiet world wrapped in serene rebirth.

The trees stand bare, their branches etched in white,
Crisp air dances through the endless night,
Stars sparkle like diamonds in the velvet sky,
While the moon casts a gentle, silver light.

Paths of snow crunch beneath wandering feet,
Echoing softly in the chilled embrace,
Each step a note in winter’s silent song,
A melody of peace and frozen grace.

Yet, within this cold, a warmth does bloom,
Hearts gather ’round fires, glowing bright,
In winter’s hold, we find a tender warmth,
A cozy refuge in the long, quiet night.