In the hush of winter’s embrace,
January whispers promises new,
Frost-kissed mornings, a gentle trace,
Of dreams waiting to come true.

The world wrapped in a silvery shroud,
Each breath a cloud in the air,
Silent streets, no longer loud,
A time to reflect, to care.

Snowflakes dance in the pale moonlight,
A fleeting moment of pure grace,
Stars gleam in the cold, clear night,
Illuminating each heartfelt place.

As days grow longer, hope does too,
January’s end, a fresh start near,
With strength renewed, we will pursue,
The path ahead, without fear.