In the quiet hush of winter’s breath,
Where snowflakes dance with whispered grace,
The world lies still beneath the veil,
A frozen realm, a timeless place.

The trees stand bare, their branches cold,
In solemn lines against the sky,
A silent ode to life once bold,
Now resting where the shadows lie.

The air is crisp, the silence deep,
A gentle pause in nature’s flow,
As if the earth itself must sleep,
Beneath the soft and silent snow.

Yet in this chill, a warmth persists,
A quiet peace in winter’s reign,
For in the cycle life insists,
That death must fall to rise again.