In the silent hush of winter’s night,
Stars shimmer with a frosty light.
Snowflakes dance in gentle grace,
A tender touch on nature’s face.

Bare trees stand in quiet pose,
Wrapped in blankets of pure white clothes.
The world is still, in silent awe,
Under winter’s gentle law.

The breath of winter, cold and clear,
Whispers secrets for all to hear.
In the crisp air, dreams take flight,
Guided by the pale moonlight.

Yet beneath the icy veil so cold,
Lies a warmth that stories told.
Hope sleeps beneath the frozen ground,
Waiting for spring to be unbound.