In the stillness of the winter night,
The snow lays thick, a shroud so white.
Trees stand bare, their branches stark,
Shadows dance in the cold, dark.

The frost creeps in, a silent thief,
Stealing warmth, bringing grief.
Stars above, cold and bright,
Watch over the endless night.

Life’s breath fades with each chill breeze,
Hearts grow heavy, knees grow weak.
Winter’s grip, a final embrace,
Leaves no trace of time or place.

Yet in the quiet, a whisper heard,
A promise hidden in winter’s word.
From death’s cold grasp, life will spring,
As winter bows to the warmth of spring.