The breath of winter kisses the air, A chilled caress, crisp and rare. Snowflakes dance in a silent serenade, A delicate mosaic, nature’s parade.
Bare trees stand, silent and serene, Adorned in frost, a silver sheen. The earth lies still, a quiet hue, Blanketed in white, a peaceful view.
Icy whispers on the breeze, Nipping at noses, fingers freeze. Warm fires crackle, stories unfold, In winter\'s embrace, hearts grow bold.
Yet within this cold, a warmth does dwell, The joy of winter, tales to tell. For in the quiet, we find our grace, In winter\'s arms, a cherished place.