Echoes of Frost and Fire

In winter’s veil, where silence blooms,

The earth lies hushed in frost’s perfumes.

Snowflakes, artisans from realms above,

Weave patterns soft where dreams entwove.

The trees stand tall, both bare and wise,

Their branches sketching twilight skies.

In their stillness, strength is spun,

Each bough a thread of battles won.

Stars ignite in heaven's sweep,

Their glimmers dive where shadows sleep.

Moonlight casts on fields of glass,

A fleeting realm where moments pass.

Inside the hearth, warm embers glow,

A sanctuary from winter’s snow.

Its crackling whispers share old lore,

Of hearts entwined, forevermore.

The table gleams with a joyful spread,

Where bonds are forged and fears are shed.

Laughter ripples, a melody sweet,

A rhythm where kindred spirits meet.

Children’s voices, pure and bright,

Dance with delight through the velvet night.

Their wonder weaves a magic so true,

That even the old find visions anew.

Beyond the panes, tempests rage and roar,

Yet here, love thrives, and peace restores.

Through each trial, every rugged plight,

We gather warmth from winter’s night.

As the year turns, seasons gently sway,

In this moment, the world feels gay.

For in each snowflake, life takes a bow,

An ode to the present, the here, the now.

Let the cold winds sing their song,

Their icy whispers fierce and long.

Within these walls, our light will blaze,

A beacon steadfast as seasons change.

In winter’s grasp, we find our way,

A promise held through night and day.

For love is the spark, the enduring thread,

That warms our hearts when all seems dead.

Each frozen branch, each breathless sky,

Speaks not of endings, but life nearby.

In winter’s glow, we come to know,

The seeds of spring beneath the snow.