In the hush of winter’s gentle fall,
Where snowflakes dance, a quiet call,
The world in white, a canvas bright,
Dreams painted in the purest light.

The breath of frost on windowpanes,
Tales of warmth in icy chains,
A solitude that softly sings,
Of winters past and future springs.

Beneath the blanket of the snow,
The earth awaits the sun’s warm glow,
Yet in the silence, hearts find peace,
In winter’s spell, all worries cease.

The trees adorned in crystal lace,
Each branch a story, each flake a grace,
Winter whispers in the night’s embrace,
A season’s beauty, a timeless space.