In the hush of winter’s breath, a silent world awakes,Crystalline whispers weave through the barren trees,Each flake a delicate promise, a fleeting embrace,On the earth’s canvas, a tapestry of dreams.

Beneath the velvet sky, stars twinkle with icy grace,The moon casts its silver glow on the frozen lake,In this serene embrace, time seems to softly trace,The gentle passage of moments, a peaceful ache.

Frosted branches reach skyward, a winter’s prayer,Echoes of warmth linger in the crisp, cold air,A solitary deer pauses, its breath a misty flare,In the stillness, nature’s secrets quietly declare.

As dawn breaks, the horizon blushes with soft light,A new day dawns in winter’s tender, ethereal might,And in this quietude, the heart finds its flight,Amidst the whispering snow, everything feels right.