In the stillness of the winter’s night,
Where moonlight dances with the snow,
Silence whispers tales of frost,
As stars above in silence glow.

The trees stand bare, their branches stark,
Crystals glisten in the chill,
The world in white, a canvas pure,
With nature’s breath, the air is still.

Footprints trace the stories told,
Of wanderers in icy dreams,
The quiet hush of winter’s hold,
Awakens thoughts in frozen streams.

Beneath the layers, warmth resides,
A hidden spark in cold’s embrace,
In winter’s heart, a promise hides,
Of spring’s return, a gentle grace.