In the silence of the snow-clad night,
Where shadows dance in pale moonlight,
The world is wrapped in winter’s embrace,
A tranquil, frozen, timeless space.

Trees stand tall in frosted grace,
Their branches etched in a delicate lace,
A whispering wind through the forest weaves,
Echoes of a poet’s dreams it leaves.

Underneath the starry sky so bright,
Footsteps crunch on paths of white,
Each step a journey through the cold,
Stories of Frost so timelessly told.

The stillness speaks of thoughts profound,
In nature’s quiet, truth is found,
A winter’s night, so calm and deep,
Where Frost’s verses forever sleep.