In the hush of winter’s embrace,
Snowflakes descend with gentle grace,
Whirling through the silent night,
Turning darkness into light.

Each flake a whispered story told,
In a tapestry of white and cold,
They blanket earth in purest guise,
Beneath the vast and starlit skies.

Silent woods and frozen streams,
Captured in the moon’s soft beams,
Nature’s breath in quiet sleep,
Secrets in the snowbanks deep.

Yet in this stillness, life renews,
As morning sun ignites the hues,
A promise in the crisp, clear air,
That spring will come, beyond compare.