Season Of Reflection

Beneath the winter sky, where silence reigns,

A season of reflection, where the soul attains.

Snowflakes drift like thoughts in the mind,

A canvas of contemplation, in stillness entwined.

In a quiet cabin, by a crackling fire's embrace,

A solitary figure finds a tranquil space.

Wrapped in a blanket, with a cup of tea,

The world outside, a vast reverie.

Through frosted windows, memories unfold,

A tapestry of life, both young and old.

Love's embrace in the chill of yesteryear,

Echoes in the heart, crystal clear.

The winter trees, with branches bare,

Whisper tales of resilience in the frigid air.

A metaphor for strength in letting go,

As nature sheds, it begins to grow.

Footprints in the snow, a trail behind,

Each step a story, a chapter to find.

The crunching echo, a rhythmic rhyme,

In the vast expanse of reflective time.

Love's complexities, like ice, may freeze,

Yet thawed by warmth, they find their ease.

A heart's journey mirrored in frozen streams,

Thawing with hope, as winter dreams.

In the hush of twilight, a cosmic ballet,

Stars above, in reflection, hold sway.

Contemplating the universe's grand design,

The introspective soul begins to align.

As winter winds hum a lullaby,

A symphony of solitude under the sky.

Thoughts flutter like snowflakes, soft and light,

In the season of reflection, a peaceful night.

So let the winter weave its introspective art,

A dance of thoughts, a journey to the heart.

In the hushed moments where spirits connect,

Winter's reflection, a serene dialect.