In the stillness of the frosty night,
Whispers of winter’s embrace take flight.
Snowflakes dance under the silver moon,
A silent world, where stars softly swoon.

Trees stand tall in their icy attire,
Glimmering like crystals, they silently conspire.
The air is crisp, a breath of cold delight,
Painting the world in a canvas of white.

Footsteps crunch on the frozen ground,
Echoes of solitude, a haunting sound.
The world sleeps under a blanket of snow,
Dreaming of warmth in the soft moon’s glow.

Winter’s touch, both fierce and kind,
Leaves a trace in heart and mind.
A season of quiet, a time to reflect,
In winter’s embrace, we find our perfect solace.