In the silence of the night, they fall,
Gentle whispers from the sky,
Each flake a unique call,
Crafting beauty as they fly.

Upon the earth, they softly land,
A quilt of white in pure embrace,
Nature’s touch, so grand,
In every corner, every space.

Dancing in the chilly breeze,
Twisting, turning without cease,
A symphony among the trees,
Bringing hearts a quiet peace.

Ephemeral yet profound their stay,
A fleeting glimpse of winter’s grace,
In their gentle, silent play,
They leave a mark, a soft trace.