In the silence of January’s embrace,
Where winter’s breath paints the earth white,
The trees stand bare, a solemn grace,
Underneath the lengthy night.

Frosty whispers, secrets untold,
Dance upon the morning air,
As dawn breaks with hues of gold,
Revealing nature’s quiet prayer.

Footprints trace a path anew,
Through the blanket of pristine snow,
Each step a story, pure and true,
As the cold winds gently blow.

January’s chill, both fierce and kind,
Reminds us of the year’s fresh start,
A time to leave the past behind,
And embrace the warmth within our hearts.