In the hush of winter’s breath, the world turns white,
A silent lullaby beneath the moon’s gentle light.
The trees stand bare, their branches etched in frost,
Echoing tales of seasons past, of warmth now lost.

Snowflakes dance gracefully through the crisp air,
Each one unique, a fleeting masterpiece rare.
The ground wears a cloak of pure, untouched snow,
A tranquil beauty that only winter can bestow.

The hearth’s warm glow fights the chill outside,
As hearts gather close, where love and hope abide.
The world seems to pause, in this serene cold land,
Dreaming of springtime’s gentle, warming hand.

Yet in this stillness, whispers of life persist,
Beneath the icy surface, dreams quietly twist.
For winter’s embrace is but a fleeting guest,
Leaving behind memories of its quiet rest.