In the hush of winter’s gentle lull,Snowflakes dance in a silent parade,A tapestry of white unfolds,Wrapping the earth in its soft cascade.The trees stand bare, a stark silhouette,Against the sky’s cold, steel-gray hue,The world holds its breath, a quiet pause,A moment of peace, serene and true.The whispers of the chilling breeze,Carry tales of seasons past,As the world awaits the warmth of spring,In winter’s hold, it remains steadfast.Beneath the blanket of icy repose,Life sleeps in gentle, dreaming grace,Awaiting the sun’s returning glow,To awaken the earth from its wintry space.