In the quiet hush of winter’s embrace,
Where the snowflakes dance with gentle grace,
A world unfolds in whispers and sighs,
Beneath the pale and watchful skies.

The trees stand bare, their branches stark,
Silhouettes against the twilight dark,
Each shadow telling stories untold,
Of winters past and promises cold.

Paths less traveled, covered in white,
Lead to realms of silent delight,
Where Robert Frost’s words softly resound,
In the stillness where secrets are found.

Embrace the chill, the quiet, the peace,
As nature’s wonders never cease,
In winter’s realm, profound and deep,
Where dreams of Frost in silence sleep.