A silent dance of snowflakes fall,
Gently they waltz in the winter’s call.
Each flake a whisper, a story untold,
In the quiet night, a magic unfolds.

The trees stand tall, cloaked in white,
Their branches glistening in the moonlight.
A crystal world where shadows play,
In the heart of winter, night turns to day.

Beneath the sky, so vast and clear,
The world is still, the cold draws near.
Yet in the frost, there’s warmth to find,
In winter’s arms, a peace of mind.

The stars above, they softly gleam,
Reflecting dreams in a frozen stream.
Winter’s breath, both fierce and kind,
Leaves a trace of wonder behind.