In the stillness of winter’s breath,
Snowflakes whisper tales of yore,
Frosty winds sing songs of death,
As life slumbers, evermore.

Trees stand bare, their branches cold,
Shadows stretch in pale moonlight,
Memories of life, now old,
Fade into the silent night.

The ground is cloaked in white despair,
Nature’s cycle, ever turning,
In the quiet, a solemn prayer,
For rebirth and hearts yearning.

Winter’s touch, both cruel and kind,
A reminder of life’s fleeting grace,
In death, new life we find,
In the cold, a warm embrace.