In the hush of winter’s call,
Beneath the silver moon’s glow,
Trees stand tall in icy shawls,
As soft winds whisper low.
Snowflakes dance in gentle flight,
A ballet upon the breeze,
Blanketing the world in white,
Embracing the silent freeze.
Stars twinkle in the velvet night,
Their light a frozen fire,
Guiding the heart with gentle might,
Igniting a quiet desire.
In winter’s arms we find our peace,
A pause in the rush of time,
As every breath and sigh release,
A moment of the sublime.