In the quiet embrace of winter’s chill,
Where Frost’s words linger like the snow,
The world transforms in white so still,
As shadows dance with moonlit glow.

Beneath the branches, stories unfold,
Whispered secrets of the frozen night,
Where nature’s beauty, stark and bold,
Meets the soul with pure delight.

The crunch of footsteps on icy ground,
Echoes softly in the silent air,
A journey where peace and solitude are found,
In Frost’s winter, calm and rare.

Through snow-laden woods and frozen streams,
His verses guide us, deep and true,
To find warmth in winter’s dreams,
In the heart of nature’s hue.