Beneath December’s velvet veil, Where twilight whispers an ancient tale, A flicker of warmth begins to grow— A spark of love in the frost and snow.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the heavens, draped in white, Where silence hums to the embrace of night, A whisper of magic dances, free—
Where dreams take flight on the breath of the chill, A tender whisper flutters, crystal clear, Of warmth that blossoms and love drawing near.
Beneath a velvet sky, where stars softly gleam, Whispers of joy unfurl, like a tantalizing dream. Snowflakes waltz through the night, in a delicate swirl,
In winter’s hush, where the world holds its breath, A timeless calm blankets the earth’s breadth. Snowflakes waltz, their choreography divine,
In winter's grasp, the earth exhales, A slumbering world that softly wails. Beneath the weight of frost's embrace,
Winter’s hush enfolds the land, A tranquil pause, a gentle hand. Within this stillness, love takes root, Where quiet moments softly hoot.
A Snowflake’s Tale A snowflake falls, its fragile flight, A whisper drawn from endless night. Each crystal blooms, unique, alone,
In winter’s hush, where stillness reigns, A world unfolds in icy chains. Each flake descends, a whispered song,
In winter’s veil, where silence blooms, The earth lies hushed in frost’s perfumes. Snowflakes, artisans from realms above,
In the stillness of winter’s tender sigh, A tapestry of tranquility unfurls under the sky. Snowflakes spiral like secrets in the night,
In the stillness of winter’s first gentle breath, The world is cloaked in a shroud of soft death. Snowflakes drift like whispered secrets from the skies,
