As the first snowflake descends from the sky,
The world transforms in a blanket of white,
Trees stand tall with branches adorned,
In a season of peace, where silence is born.

Frosty breath in the crisp morning air,
Footprints mark paths through landscapes bare,
The sun’s weak glow, a gentle caress,
On fields of snow, where shadows rest.

Icicles hang from roofs so high,
Like crystal daggers against the sky,
Each flake a whisper, a secret told,
In winter’s grasp, both fierce and cold.

Yet in this chill, a warmth we find,
By fireside glow, hearts intertwined,
For winter’s beauty, though stark and still,
Brings a quiet joy, a tranquil thrill.