In the quiet of the frosted morn,
Where breath becomes a misty veil,
The world in white is softly worn,
And dreams take flight on winter’s tale.

Beneath the gentle, silver sky,
Where snowflakes dance like stars above,
The earth lets out a quiet sigh,
Embraced by winter’s tender love.

The trees stand still in silent grace,
Their branches clad in icy gleam,
While time slows in this sacred space,
As nature weaves her winter dream.

In every hush, a story lies,
A whispered song, a fleeting trace,
As winter wraps the world in ties,
Of beauty, peace, and cold embrace.