In the stillness of winter’s night,
Where frost kisses the earth so bright,
Shadows dance in the moon’s soft light,
A world of wonder, pure and white.

Through the woods so dark and deep,
Where ancient trees in silence sleep,
The whispering winds their secrets keep,
As snowflakes on the branches heap.

Paths untrodden, covered in snow,
A tranquil beauty, a gentle glow,
Nature’s canvas, a silent show,
Under the stars that softly flow.

In Robert Frost’s poetic embrace,
We find solace in this frozen space,
A timeless journey, a moment’s grace,
Winter’s magic, a quiet place.