As the night extends its gentle hand,
The world is draped in twilight’s cloak,
Stars shimmer in a silent land,
As winter’s whispers softly spoke.

The solstice brings a still, cold peace,
A moment frozen in serene grace,
When time itself seems to cease,
And frost adorns the night’s embrace.

Beneath the sky so vast and deep,
Dreams are cradled in the snow,
In winter’s quiet, secrets keep,
Where only silent winds can go.

The longest night, a tender song,
A lullaby for weary hearts,
In winter’s hold, we all belong,
As nature’s timeless art imparts.