In the stillness of the winter’s night,
Where silence speaks in shadows white,
The moonlight dances on the snow,
A world in peace, so calm, so slow.

The trees stand tall in icy sleep,
Their branches heavy, secrets keep,
Beneath the stars, the frost does gleam,
A wonderland, a frozen dream.

Footprints trace a path anew,
In fields of white, the world’s askew,
Each step a whisper in the cold,
A tale of winters softly told.

And in this quiet, heart does find,
A solace rare, a peace of mind,
For in the winter’s gentle fold,
Lies a warmth no heart can hold.