In the quiet hush of winterâs breath,
Snowflakes dance on natureâs stage,
Blanketing the earth in a gentle caress,
A serene, unspoken page.
The trees stand tall, adorned in white,
Their branches gleam with icy light,
In the stillness of the frosty night,
The world is pure, a tranquil sight.
Footprints mark the untouched snow,
A fleeting trace where wanderers go,
The crisp air bites, yet hearts aglow,
In winterâs charm, love continues to grow.
As chimneys puff their smoky plumes,
Warmth and laughter fill the rooms,
Winterâs whisper soothes lifeâs gloom,
A seasonâs kiss, a tender bloom.