In the hush of winter’s chill,
Snowflakes dance on frozen still,
A silent world, so pure and bright,
Wrapped in a blanket of frosty white.

The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
A crystal coating everywhere,
The breath of winter fills the air,
A season’s gift beyond compare.

Nights grow long, the stars shine clear,
Whispering winds that we can hear,
A tranquil peace, a time to heal,
The gentle touch of winter’s feel.

As fires glow and hearts stay warm,
We find our shelter from the storm,
In winter’s arms, we rest our fears,
And cherish all the passing years.