In the hush of winter’s gentle sigh,Snowflakes dance beneath the twilight sky.Each one a whisper, soft and light,Blanketing the earth in purest white.The world slows down in silent grace,As icy crystals find their place.Trees adorned with frosted crowns,Embrace the peace that winter grounds.Footprints trace a fleeting path,A moment’s mark in nature’s math.Cold breath mingles with the air,In this serene and frosty lair.Yet as the dawn breaks, golden and bright,The snow reflects the morning light.A fleeting beauty, soon to fade,In winter’s realm, the world is made.