In the quiet hush of winter’s breath,
The world is wrapped in a silken white,
Each flake a whisper, soft and light,
A gentle touch of nature’s deft.

The trees stand tall, in icy robes,
Their branches glisten, crystal clear,
A silent sentinel, they persevere,
Through winter’s cold and frosty probes.

The night is calm, the stars are bright,
They twinkle like the frost below,
A silent symphony they bestow,
A dance of light in winter’s night.

As dawn breaks through the icy veil,
The world awakes in muted glow,
A winter’s tale, a world of snow,
A season’s end, a new tale’s trail.