In the quiet hush of winter’s breath,
The earth stands still, in icy rest.
Stars whisper secrets to the night,
As shadows dance in soft moonlight.

The longest night, a velvet shroud,
Embracing dreams beneath the cloud.
Frosted branches, silver glow,
Hold the promise of tomorrow’s snow.

Silent whispers, crisp and clear,
Echo through the atmosphere.
A solstice song, both old and new,
Awakens hearts with a frosty hue.

Winter’s heartbeat, slow and deep,
Calls to nature, lulled to sleep.
Yet in this stillness, life awaits,
For spring to open winter’s gates.