Whispers of the Season
by Ashley D. Gilyard
The air is a song, crisp and sweet,
With melodies of snow beneath our feet.
Golden lights in a twinkling dance,
Guide our hearts to a winter trance.
A scent of pine and cinnamon swirls,
A tapestry of dreams unfurls.
Laughter rings in warm-lit halls,
Echoing through frosted walls.
Memories linger in every glow,
Of yesteryears and the friends we know.
Grandma’s cookies, the crackling fire,
Moments that warm, inspire, and conspire.
The world slows down, a tranquil hush,
In the embrace of twilight’s blush.
Stars peek through the velvet skies,
Reflecting wonder in watchful eyes.
And in this season, brief but dear,
Love wraps us close, dispelling fear.
The magic whispers, soft and true,
A timeless gift, for me, for you.
About the Creator
Ashley D. Gilyard
Ashley is a versatile storyteller with a passion for creating compelling narratives across multiple genres. Specializing in dramatic fiction, she crafts rich tales that delve into complex human experiences.
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Comments (1)
A scent of pine and cinnamon swirls. I loved your poem. Well done.