In the hush of winter’s night, a silent whisper flows,
Through the skeletal trees, where the icy wind blows.
Snowflakes dance upon the air, a delicate ballet,
Draping the earth in a soft, white array.

Beneath the moon’s pale glow, the world is still and bright,
Each crystal flake a star, in the deep velvet night.
Frost etches patterns on windows, a fleeting work of art,
A testament to winter’s quiet, yet powerful heart.

The air is crisp and clear, each breath a frosty plume,
As nature slumbers deeply, in her snowy tomb.
Yet, in this chill and silence, a promise softly sings,
Of the warmth and renewal that a new season brings.

Winter’s embrace is cold, but not without its grace,
A time for reflection, in a calm and quiet space.
For even in the coldest times, there’s beauty to be found,
In the whispering winds, and the snow-covered ground.