In the quiet of the frosted night,
Snowflakes dance in pale moonlight.
A world transformed by winter’s touch,
A silent beauty, cold yet such.

Trees adorned in crystal white,
Stand tall and still in the mystic light.
Each branch a sculpture, ice-engraved,
In winter’s realm, they are enslaved.

Footprints mark a fleeting path,
Through fields of snow, nature’s bath.
A tranquil scene, serene and pure,
Winter’s charm, a timeless lure.

Hearts warmed by fire’s gentle glow,
As outside, the frigid winds blow.
In winter’s whispering embrace we stay,
Until the dawn of a warmer day.