In the stillness of the winter’s night,
Frost’s whispers touch the silent trees,
A world wrapped in a blanket of white,
Where time in frozen moments flees.

Stars glimmer in the frosty sky,
Reflecting dreams of yesteryear,
The bitter winds, a gentle sigh,
Carving paths that disappear.

Through snowy woods, his footsteps trace,
The echoes of his thoughtful rhyme,
Nature’s beauty, a cold embrace,
A fleeting glimpse of the divine.

In solitude, the heart finds peace,
Amidst the frost, a quiet glow,
Winter’s spell, a sweet release,
In Frost’s words, the world we know.