Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
The ice fields stretch, a vast tableau.
Crystals shimmering, catching light,
In the cold embrace of the silent night.

Frozen rivers, a glassy sheen,
Reflect the stars, a celestial scene.
Nature’s artistry, pure and grand,
Carved by winter’s chilling hand.

The whispering winds, a haunting song,
Through icicles they dance along.
Each frozen droplet, a note so pure,
In this wintry world so demure.

Amidst the frost, a tranquil peace,
Where time slows down, allowing release.
In the realm of ice, where dreams take flight,
Winter’s magic ignites the night.