In the quiet of the winter’s night,
Snowflakes dance in gentle flight,
A silken blanket soft and white,
Covers earth in purest light.

The trees stand tall in icy grace,
Their branches weave a lace-like trace,
Each breath a cloud in the frosty space,
Nature’s art in a still embrace.

The rivers pause in crystal sleep,
Beneath the surface secrets keep,
The world is hushed, as if to weep,
For dreams that in the silence seep.

Yet in this chill, a warmth is found,
In hearths where laughter does resound,
Winter’s beauty, wide and profound,
In every snow-kissed inch of ground.