Whispers of Frost.
Beneath a veil of silvered light,
Winter whispers in the quiet night.
The moon, a lantern, hangs so low,
Casting shadows on the fields below.
Branches bow with a frosty crown,
Each twig adorned in crystal gown.
The world transformed, a wonderland,
Where silence speaks and dreams expand.
Softly, softly, the snowflakes fall,
A gentle hush, a beckoning call.
They blanket the earth in a tender embrace,
Wrapping the landscape in delicate lace.
In the stillness, the air is crisp,
Each breath a cloud, a fleeting wisp.
Footprints trace a path through the white,
A dance of wonder, pure delight.
Stars twinkle bright in the cobalt sky,
As winter’s breath weaves a lullaby.
The night is alive with a tranquil grace,
In this frozen moment, we find our place.
Fires crackle in the hearth’s warm glow,
Casting flickers that ebb and flow.
Stories linger in the crackling sound,
As winter’s magic wraps us around.
So let us gather, hearts open wide,
In winter’s embrace, let love abide.
For in this season, both stark and bright,
We find the beauty in the longest night.
With every flake that kisses the ground,
We cherish the stillness, the peace we’ve found.
In whispers of winter, we come alive,
In the dance of the cold, our spirits thrive.
