In the hush of winter’s breath,
Where shadows stretch and linger,
The longest night unfolds its cloak,
Embracing earth with a gentle finger.

Stars weave tales across the sky,
In whispers soft and deep,
The world in quiet slumber lies,
As the night takes its keep.

Frosted whispers crown the trees,
In silver dreams they stand,
While the solstice night holds secrets,
In the palm of its quiet hand.

As dawn’s first light begins to stir,
The promise of return,
The dance of shadows slowly fades,
As the world begins to turn.