Beneath the sky of frozen silver hue,
The world is wrapped in winter’s silent grace.
Each whisper of the wind, a tale anew,
Of crystalline dreams in this tranquil space.

The trees stand bare, their branches etched in white,
As snowflakes waltz in delicate ballet.
In the quiet of the long, cold night,
The moonlight weaves a frosty, soft display.

Footsteps crunch on pathways cloaked in snow,
Each step a song in winter’s gentle choir.
The breath of life in cold air, soft and slow,
A fleeting ghost beside the crackling fire.

Embrace the stillness, feel the season’s kiss,
In winter’s arms, a world of pure delight.
A serene dance in twilight’s frosty mist,
As day surrenders to the velvet night.