In the stillness of a winter’s eve,
Snowflakes dance with gentle grace,
Whispers of the cold wind weave,
A silent song, a soft embrace.

Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
A carpet white, pure and bright,
Footprints trace a path below,
In the quiet of the night.

Trees adorned in icy lace,
Branches bow with crystal weight,
Nature’s art in frozen space,
A world transformed, a tranquil state.

Embrace the chill, the frosty air,
Snowfall’s gift in every flake,
A fleeting beauty, rare and fair,
In the heart, winter’s magic wakes.