In the heart of winter’s icy breath,
Where shadows stretch their longest flight,
The world lies still beneath the stars,
Embracing the solstice’s silent night.

The moon casts silver on the snow,
A gentle glow on branches bare,
While whispers of the northern winds
Sing softly through the frosted air.

In this moment, time holds its breath,
A pause amidst the endless race,
The longest night, a quiet gift,
Wrapped in the night’s serene embrace.

As dawn breaks slow, a promise stirs,
Of light returning to the skies,
Yet in this dark, a beauty lies,
A tranquil peace the heart implies.