Velvet Hush

The world exhales a silent, frozen breath,

As downy architects of hush descend.

Each flake, a tiny ghost, a whispered death

To sound, where vibrant clamors find their end.

The city's pulse, a distant, muted thrum,

Beneath the blanket soft, it lies undone.

Streetlights wear halos, blurred by frosty grace,

And shadows lengthen, gentle, undefined.

The sharp-edged day surrenders its harsh trace,

Leaving a canvas for the dreaming mind.

No rustle stirs the boughs, no distant bark,

Only the falling quiet in the dark.

A pristine page where worries disappear,

A sacred space where thought can freely roam.

The soul finds solace, casting off all fear,

Embraced by winter's hushed, ethereal home.

Each crystalline descent, a lullaby,

Sung by the stars, beneath a watchful sky.

And in this profound, silvered, frozen peace,

The heart perceives a clarity untold.

A quiet joy, a sacred, deep release,

More precious than the warmest light of gold.

Midnight's soft mantle, spun from frosted air,

A silent symphony beyond compare.