In the hush of winter’s breath,
Silent dreams begin to weave,
The world in white, a soft caress,
As frost-kissed branches gently grieve.

Beneath the sky of silver gray,
The earth lies still in tranquil sleep,
Stars flicker in the frozen bay,
While winds their solemn vigil keep.

Footsteps echo on icy trails,
A dance with shadows long and cold,
The whispers of forgotten tales,
In winter’s arms, the night unfolds.

Yet in this silent, frozen land,
A promise of the spring to come,
In every snowflake’s gentle hand,
The seeds of life, quietly hum.