Whispers of Frost and Flame

Beneath the heavens, draped in white,

Where silence hums to the embrace of night,

A whisper of magic dances, free—

In the realms of hope, rebirth, love's decree.

Frost weaves lace on each window's frame,

While stars call forth a celestial name.

The world, hushed, sparks an enchanted light,

Hearts entwined within a soft, glowing night.

A sentinel pine, steadfast and tall,

Its branches tell stories, inviting us all.

Baubles, like dreams, in brilliance unfold,

Each one a gem, a memory of gold.

The hearth breathes low, with warmth all around,

Cradling voices, where laughter is found.

Threads of joy weave through time’s gentle seam,

A melody rising, a heart's cherished dream.

Outside, the snow blankets the earth tight,

Wrapping all softly in winter's delight.

Children’s laughter, bright as the dawn,

Chases the shadows, where twilight has drawn.

Cinnamon curls in a fragrant embrace,

Mingle with pine, in a joyous space.

Time stands still, in this sacred grace—

Moments like jewels, —no measure to trace.

For home isn't walls that encase our retreat,

Nor roofs that shelter through winter's heartbeat.

It flourishes deep, where dreams take their flight,

Where love's quiet whispers ignite the night.

So let the snow blanket the world with peace,

Let glowing candles in their stillness increase.

For this hour, a dream that’ll never erase,

Is the truest gift, our hearts’ warm embrace.

Within these moments where love's essence swells,

We find the magic that forever dwells.

So revel in wonder, let hearts intertwine,

For in unity's glow, stars brilliantly shine.