In the hush of winter’s breath, a world transforms,
Silent whispers dance, on icy winds they glide.
The earth, a canvas, painted in frost’s forms,
Beneath the silver skies, where secrets hide.

Frost-kissed dreams rest gently on the trees,
Their branches bow with elegance and grace.
The stillness speaks in soft, mysterious pleas,
As winter’s touch caresses every place.

The snowflakes twirl, a ballet in the night,
Each one unique, yet part of winter’s song.
They fall like stars, in the soft moonlight,
Creating a world where dreams belong.

Embrace the cold, the beauty in the chill,
For winter’s quietude holds a magic rare.
In every flake, in every silent thrill,
Lies a tale of wonder, beyond compare.