In the hush of winter’s night,
Snowflakes flutter from the sky,
Each one a delicate flight,
A gentle whisper, a silent sigh.

They twirl in a mystical dance,
Glimmering beneath the moon’s glow,
In their presence, a fleeting chance,
To witness the world wrapped in snow.

Like tiny stars in the chilly air,
They weave a tapestry so bright,
Crafting patterns beyond compare,
In the soft and tranquil night.

Yet as the dawn begins to break,
Their fragile forms begin to fade,
Leaving behind a crystalline lake,
Of memories in snowflakes laid.