In the hush of dawn’s first light, the world is still,
A blanket of white, pure and serene, covers the hill.
The trees, adorned in icy lace, stand tall and proud,
Silent sentinels beneath a silver shroud.
The breath of winter whispers through the air,
A symphony of frost, so delicate and rare.
Crystals dance upon the breeze, fleeting and bright,
A fleeting wonder in the soft morning light.
Footprints trace stories in the snow’s gentle fold,
Tales of creatures, both timid and bold.
Each step, a mark in the winter’s grand design,
A fleeting moment, frozen in time.
As twilight falls, the world glows blue and gray,
Stars begin to shimmer, guiding the way.
In winter’s embrace, we find a silent grace,
A quiet beauty in the cold night’s face.