As snowflakes dance in twilight’s glow,
A hush descends, the world below.
The silent symphony of winter’s song,
In whispered winds, where we belong.

Trees stand tall with limbs adorned,
In crystal cloaks, by nature formed.
A frozen breath on windowpane,
The beauty found in winter’s reign.

Beneath the frosted, gleaming skies,
The earth in stillness softly lies.
Each flake a note in quiet tune,
Played beneath the pale-lit moon.

In winter’s grip, we find our peace,
A time when all but dreams may cease.
The silent symphony, pure and clear,
Echoes through our hearts so dear.