Whispers of Frost.

Beneath a veil of silvered light,
Winter whispers in the quiet night.
The moon, a lantern, hangs so low,
Casting shadows on the fields below.

Branches bow with a frosty crown,
Each twig adorned in crystal gown.
The world transformed, a wonderland,
Where silence speaks and dreams expand.

Softly, softly, the snowflakes fall,
A gentle hush, a beckoning call.
They blanket the earth in a tender embrace,
Wrapping the landscape in delicate lace.

In the stillness, the air is crisp,
Each breath a cloud, a fleeting wisp.
Footprints trace a path through the white,
A dance of wonder, pure delight.

Stars twinkle bright in the cobalt sky,
As winter’s breath weaves a lullaby.
The night is alive with a tranquil grace,
In this frozen moment, we find our place.

Fires crackle in the hearth’s warm glow,
Casting flickers that ebb and flow.
Stories linger in the crackling sound,
As winter’s magic wraps us around.

So let us gather, hearts open wide,
In winter’s embrace, let love abide.
For in this season, both stark and bright,
We find the beauty in the longest night.

With every flake that kisses the ground,
We cherish the stillness, the peace we’ve found.
In whispers of winter, we come alive,
In the dance of the cold, our spirits thrive.

Embrace of the Frost.

In the hush of dawn, a whisper spreads,
A breath of winter, soft as silken threads.
The world awakes, wrapped in gleaming white,
As frost-dust dances in the early light.

Each blade of grass, a crystal spear,
Catches the sun, drawing close, drawing near.
Untouched branches, draped in fragile lace,
Hold secrets of seasons in their frozen embrace.

Silence reigns, a tender, sacred pause,
Nature’s canvas, painted without flaws.
The air, it sparkles with a sharp delight,
A fleeting magic, fleeting as the night.

Beneath the boughs, where shadows play,
The earth holds its breath, in stillness it lays.
A moment suspended, where time cannot tread,
As winter’s first kiss blankets the dead.

The ponds wear mirrors of shimmering glass,
Reflecting skies where pale clouds pass.
Footsteps crunch on the frosty ground,
Echoes of wonder, a soft, muffled sound.

Breathe in the chill, let it fill your soul,
In this icy realm, the heart feels whole.
A fleeting beauty, elusive and rare,
In the first frost’s charm, we find solace there.

So let us gather these moments so brief,
In the frost’s gentle touch, find our belief.
For winter, though cold, brings a warmth of its own,
In the silence of frost, we are never alone.

Let us cherish the magic, the sparkle, the gleam,
For in winter’s embrace, we awaken the dream.
As the first frost descends, let us pause and reflect,
In the stillness of morning, our hearts reconnect.