In the hush of winter’s breath, a silent whisper flows,
Through the barren branches, where the gentle snowfall grows.
A cloak of white envelops, in quietude profound,
Nature’s lullaby in frost, where dreams are softly bound.

The world becomes a canvas, painted in shades of gray,
With every flake a story, of seasons passed away.
The chill that dances lightly, upon the icy air,
Reminds us of the beauty, in moments cold and rare.

Frosted windows capture, the warmth of fireside glow,
As hearts embrace the season, where love begins to sow.
In the stillness of the night, beneath the starry sky,
The magic of the winter, lets the spirit fly.

So let us cherish softly, the wonders winter brings,
In the quiet of its presence, where every silence sings.
For in the depth of coldness, a warmth begins to form,
In winter’s gentle holding, our hearts are kept warm.