In the stillness of the night, snow begins to fall, Each flake a whispered secret, answering winter’s call. It blankets…
In the quiet of the night, the first flake descends, A delicate whisper, a promise it sends. Soft and silent,…
In the quiet woods where shadows dance, Robert Frost’s spirit takes a chance, To weave his words with nature’s grace,…
In the chill of December’s breath, a silent whisper flows, Through the barren trees and the frost-covered roads. The world…
In the hush of twilightâs embrace, Snowflakes dance with ethereal grace, Blanketing the world in a tender white, A silent…