In the stillness of the frosty night,
Snowflakes dance in the pale moonlight.
Gentle whispers of winter’s breath,
Weaving dreams in the silent depth.

Trees adorned in a shimmering glaze,
Reflect the stars in a mystic haze.
Footsteps crunch on the icy path,
Echoes of a frosty aftermath.

The world sleeps under a blanket white,
Cradled in the arms of the quiet night.
Hearts warm by the hearth’s bright glow,
While outside, the winter winds blow.

Winter’s embrace, tender and cold,
Tells stories of the days of old.
A season’s end, a time to renew,
Under the sky of a midnight hue.