In the hush of winter’s night,
Soft whispers fill the frosty air,
Snowflakes dance in pale moonlight,
Dreamlike, tender, pure, and fair.

Trees adorned with crystal lace,
Stars above in cold delight,
Nature’s stillness, time’s own grace,
Spreading calm, serene, and bright.

Footsteps crunch on powdered ground,
Breath hangs in the icy chill,
Silence speaks without a sound,
Heartbeats slow, the world stands still.

Winter’s magic holds us tight,
In its quiet, sacred space,
Wrapped in wonder, pure and white,
We find solace, warm embrace.