The first chill of winter whispers low,
Beneath the veil of twilightâs glow,
Frost-kissed fields in moonlit dance,
Natureâs slumber, a silent trance.
The breath of winter, cold and deep,
Blankets the earth in a crystal sweep,
Stars like diamonds in the sky,
Whisper secrets as they fly.
In the forest, shadows play,
As branches sway in a silent ballet,
The world wrapped in a hushed embrace,
Time slows in this tranquil space.
Hearts warm by the fireside,
As outside, winterâs dreams abide,
A seasonâs tale in frost and light,
Whispered softly through the night.