In the hush of winter’s night,Snowflakes dance in silent grace,The world adorned in purest white,A tranquil, serene embrace.Trees stand tall in icy shrouds,Their branches etched in crystal lines,Breath visible in the chilled clouds,As time in frosty stillness aligns.The hearth’s warm glow, a beacon bright,In homes where stories intertwine,While outside, under moon’s soft light,The world becomes a realm divine.Winter’s whispers, gentle and clear,Speak of rest, of peace, of dreams,A season’s end, a new year’s near,In snow’s soft lullaby, life redeems.