The world is wrapped in a silver shroud,
As snowflakes dance beneath the moon,
A gentle hush blankets the crowd,
In winter’s calm and quiet tune.

Trees adorned with icy lace,
Stand tall against the frosty air,
Each branch a delicate embrace,
Of nature’s art, beyond compare.

The hearth within a warm retreat,
Where stories and laughter intertwine,
While outside, the cold winds meet,
In a world of white, serene and fine.

Winter whispers secrets old,
In the silence of the snowy night,
As dreams of warmth and tales unfold,
Beneath the stars’ gentle light.