
Ode to Winter
O Winter, serene in your tranquil reign,
You wrap the world in a soft, white chain.
With every frost that kisses the ground,
A hushed enchantment in silence is found.
Your breath paints the trees in shimmering grace,
Each branch a sculpture, nature's embrace.
The night sky sparkles with stars so bright,
As the moon weaves magic in the heart of the night.
O Winter, your chill invites us near,
To gather by fire, our laughter sincere.
In cozy nooks, where warmth ignites,
We share our dreams on those frosty nights.
Come, let us wander on paths draped in snow,
With heartbeats intertwined, where soft whispers flow.
For though you may bring the cold’s icy kiss,
In your gentle grip, there’s a deep, warm bliss.
So here's to your beauty, your quiet allure,
In every fleeting moment, our spirits endure.
O Winter, sweet Winter, with all your delight,
You gift us a love that feels ever so right.
O Winter, you weave a spell so rare,
With magic that dances through crisp, cold air.
You cloak the world in a shimmering veil,
Turning the mundane into tales that prevail.
Each flake that descends is a whisper from dreams,
A wonderland born from soft, silvery gleams.
The night holds its breath as stars twinkle bright,
While moonlight bathes the earth in gentle light.
Your breath casts a charm, enchanting the trees,
Beneath your embrace, the heart finds its ease.
In the stillness, we hear the soft lullabies,
Of nature's sweet secrets that winter supplies.
O Winter, where laughter and warmth intertwine,
In the glow of the fire, our spirits align.
With cocoa in hand and your magic around,
In the heart of your season, pure joy can be found.
So here’s to your wonders, both gentle and bold,
To the stories you tell in your frosty hold.
O Winter, dear Winter, with all of your grace,
You enkindle our souls in this enchanted place.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



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I love this on Marie