Poem: Snowfall

Title: Snowfall, Cold Cotton from Sky

In the quiet of the night,

When the world is calm and still,

Descends the cold cotton from the sky,

A gentle touch, a winter's thrill.

Softly it falls, a silent dance,

Each flake unique, a work of art,

A symphony of frozen grace,

Nature's beauty, a gentle heart.

The trees adorned in icy gowns,

Their branches bowing low,

A world transformed, a wonderland,

As snowflakes kiss the earth below.

The air is crisp, the silence deep,

As cold cotton blankets the land,

A moment frozen, a memory kept,

In the palm of winter's hand.

For in this dance of snow and ice,

A magic stirs, a tale unfolds,

Of love and warmth, of hearth and home,

As cold cotton from the sky takes hold.