In the quiet hush of dawn’s embrace,
Snowflakes dance with gentle grace.
A world transformed in white’s soft glow,
Where whispered secrets only snowflakes know.

Beneath the sky, a canvas wide,
The earth sleeps sound in winter’s tide.
Each flake a star, descending slow,
A silent symphony in the cold below.

Footprints trace stories untold,
On paths of silver, brave and bold.
The air is crisp, the breath is light,
In this serene, enchanting night.

As day breaks through the frosted haze,
The sun ignites the icy glaze.
A fleeting beauty, pure and bright,
In winter’s gentle, tender light.