In the silence of the snow, the world stands still,
Beneath the frosty veil, the earth is chilled.
Trees stand bare, their branches stark and tall,
In the quiet of the night, winter’s call.

The moonlight dances on the snowy ground,
Shadows play where silence is profound.
Frost weaves patterns on the window pane,
A delicate art, intricate and plain.

Roads less traveled, paths covered in white,
A journey through the cold, a silent night.
Footprints fade as the snow gently falls,
Echoes of Robert Frost’s poetic calls.

The chill in the air, a reminder clear,
Of winter’s embrace, so calm, so near.
In every snowflake, a story untold,
Of nature’s beauty, timeless and bold.