When Winter Speaks

When winter speaks, the air turns still,

Whispers echo through the frosted hill.

The trees stand bare, their voices mute,

Yet in the silence, a song takes root.

It hums through the winds, crisp and clear,

A melody meant for hearts to hear.

Each snowflake falls, a note in the tune,

Dancing softly beneath the pale moon.

Winter speaks of endings, quiet and deep,

Of nature's slumber, a tranquil sleep.

But within the cold lies a hidden plea,

To find the warmth in you and me.

A crackling fire, a hand held tight,

A story told in the soft firelight.

For when winter speaks, it gently reveals,

The beauty of love that time conceals.

Anjali