In the hush of winter’s gentle hold,
Where the world is draped in white,
Silence dances across the fields,
In the soft embrace of night.

Trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Reaching towards the icy sky,
Each crystal flake a whispered story,
Of time that silently drifts by.

Footsteps crunch on frozen paths,
Echoes in the silent wood,
The world asleep in frosty dreams,
Wrapped in winter’s quietude.

Beneath the stars, a tranquil scene,
As shadows weave their gentle art,
In winter’s arms, we find our peace,
A stillness that warms the heart.