Snowflakes gently kiss the silent earth,
Draping the world in a pure, white shroud,
Each flake a whisper from the sky’s birth,
Silencing the night, serene and proud.

Trees stand tall in their icy attire,
Crystals cling to branches, light as air,
Under the moon, they gleam with quiet fire,
A frozen dance, beyond compare.

Footsteps crunch in the untouched snow,
A path of memories, new and old,
The world feels hushed, with a gentle glow,
Stories of winter, softly told.

In this moment, time seems to freeze,
Capturing the beauty of the cold,
A fleeting breath, a silent breeze,
In the arms of winter, dreams unfold.