Amidst the stillness of the night,
Whispers of snow begin to fall,
Blanketing the earth in pure white,
A silent dance, a gentle call.

Each flake a story, softly spun,
In the crisp air, they twirl and glide,
Reflecting dreams of the winter sun,
In their descent, secrets confide.

Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
A world transformed, serene and bright,
The snow’s embrace, a tender haze,
In which the heart finds quiet delight.

In this realm of winter’s grace,
Time slows to a gentle pace,
The snow whispers of forgotten lore,
And dreams of warmth forevermore.