In the quiet embrace of winter’s chill,
Where snowflakes dance in the gentle breeze,
The world transforms to a canvas still,
Draped in white, with a serene ease.

Trees stand tall in their icy gowns,
Silent sentinels in the frosted night,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver crowns,
They guard the secrets of winter’s light.

The crisp air sings a lullaby sweet,
As stars twinkle in the velvet sky,
Footsteps crunch on the snowy street,
Where echoes of laughter softly fly.

Winter weaves its tale, so pure and bright,
A season of rest, of dreams untold,
In its quiet beauty, and gentle might,
Lies a warmth that the heart can hold.