The Season's Embrace

A hush blankets earth in a soft winter glow,

Where moonlight and starlight weave tales in the snow.

The air, crisp and biting, carries a song,

A melody ancient, yet fresh all along.

Fir trees adorned with a shimmer of light,

Twinkling like dreams on a velvet-soft night.

The scent of pine mingles with cinnamon spice,

A feast for the senses, simple and nice.

Children's laughter spills into the streets,

Boots crunching rhythms where icy paths meet.

Their cheeks aglow, their spirits aflame,

Building snowmen that time cannot claim.

Inside, the warmth of a crackling fire,

Kindles old stories, stirs hearts' desire.

Grandma's hands knit as she hums a refrain,

While whispers of yesteryears dance in her brain.

Stockings hang waiting, a promise of cheer,

Each stitch a memory, each gift sincere.

The soft glow of candles, the echo of chimes,

Transport us through cherished, uncounted times.

Yet, beneath the bustle, the giving, the glee,

The season holds space for tranquility.

A walk in the woods where the world is hushed,

The sound of your breath, the snow softly crushed.

It's more than the gifts, the feast, or the mirth,

It's love in its purest, a rebirth.

A time to remember, to hope, to forgive,

To treasure each moment, to truly live.

So let's lift a toast to the season's embrace,

It's joy, its stillness, its radiant grace.

For though it may pass like snow in the sun,

Its essence remains when the year's begun.