Beneath the silent, silver sky,
The world wrapped in a frosty veil,
Each breath a wisp of fleeting mist,
As winter’s whisper tells its tale.

The trees stand bare in icy grace,
Their limbs adorned with crystal lace,
While snowflakes dance in twilight’s glow,
And time itself seems to slow.

The night descends with stars agleam,
A tranquil world as if a dream,
The moonlight casts a gentle hue,
On fields of white, so pure and true.

In silence, winter’s magic weaves,
A tapestry of cold reprieves,
Embrace the stillness, calm and clear,
For winter’s whisper draws us near.