Winter

In winter's hush, a silent snowfall,

Blankets the world in a pristine thrall.

Each flake a dancer in the frigid air,

A ballet of ice, beyond compare.

Trees adorned in crystal attire,

Glisten in the moon's silver fire.

A frosty breath upon the breeze,

Whispers tales among the trees.

The earth in slumber, beneath the frost,

A tranquil pause, a season lost.

Yet in the quiet, a magic dwells,

As winter's spell on the landscape swells.

Footprints in snow, a fleeting trace,

A testament to time and space.

Cosy hearths and candles' glow,

Warmth embraced as cold winds blow.

Nature's lullaby, a soft refrain,

A winter's hush, a calm domain.

In icy splendor, beauty's art,

A masterpiece etched on the frosty heart.