In the hush of winter’s breath, the world stands still,
Blankets of snow drape the earth in peaceful grace.
Frosty fingers touch the windowpane, a crystal thrill,
As whispered winds carry dreams to a quiet place.

Trees dressed in white, their branches softly sway,
Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, a silvery light.
Footprints carve stories in the snow, then fade away,
Leaving echoes of moments in the silent night.

The chill wraps around us like an old, familiar friend,
Inviting reflections in the flicker of warm fires.
Stars twinkle like diamonds, as if to mend,
The dark velvet sky with their celestial choirs.

Winter’s song is a lullaby, serene and deep,
Lulling the world into a tranquil, slumbered state.
In its embrace, we find peace, and gently we keep,
The magic of winter’s tale, as we patiently wait.