In the hush of winter’s night,
Snow descends in gentle grace,
Blanketing the earth in white,
A silent dance in frozen space.
Crystals shimmer in moon’s glow,
Weaving tales of wonder’s art,
Each flake whispers soft and slow,
Painting dreams upon the heart.
Trees stand cloaked in frosty gowns,
Branches bow in quiet prayer,
While the world in beauty drowns,
Breathless in the icy air.
Footsteps fade, a fleeting trace,
In the realm of winter’s song,
Snow enfolds in cold embrace,
Where the heart and dreams belong.