Tales Of Hearth

The world turns white with a whispered sigh,

A hush falls beneath the silver sky.

Frost-kissed branches in crystalline lace,

Nature’s artistry, a quiet embrace.

The bitter air bites, but hearts are aglow,

Warmth kindled within, despite the snow.

A crackling fire, a golden hue,

The scent of pine, of earth made new.

Soft woolen blankets, a tender fold,

Stories shared as the nights grow cold.

Laughter mingles with the tea’s steam,

Simple joys weave the sweetest dream.

Children’s cheeks, a rosy bloom,

Echoes of joy in the frosted gloom.

Snowball fights and sleds that glide,

Moments of wonder, winter’s pride.

Candlelight dances, shadows play,

Turning the dark into a soft ballet.

Though the winds may howl and the chill may sting,

In winter’s heart, love finds its spring.

For even in frost, a warmth will remain,

The promise of comfort through life’s refrain.

In winter’s coldest, there’s solace and grace,

A reminder of light in the season’s embrace.