Whispers of Winter ❄️
When Frost Painted the Earth and Warm Hearts Lit the Season
- Whispers of Winter
When Frost Painted the Earth and Warm Hearts Lit the Season
The whisper of winter drifted near,
Soft as a sigh that hearts could hear.
Through silver clouds, the north winds flew,
Bringing dreams dressed in sparkling dew.
The trees stood still in robes of white,
Their branches kissed by crystal light.
Each leaf asleep beneath the snow,
While stars above began to glow.
In a quiet village, calm and small,
Snowflakes danced and seemed to call.
They twirled through air in soft embrace,
And brushed each cheek with gentle grace.
Children’s laughter filled the skies,
As flakes fell soft before their eyes.
They built tall men of snow and cheer,
And crowned them kings of the passing year.
A boy named Rehan watched the scene,
His eyes alight with winter’s sheen.
He loved the hush that nights would bring,
When frost would hum and lanterns sing.
But deep within, a longing stayed,
For warmth beyond the fire’s shade.
His father gone to lands unknown,
His mother waiting all alone.
Each evening by the window’s glow,
They’d watch the flakes drift down below.
And though the wind was cold and wide,
Their love burned bright, a flame inside.
Then came a night both calm and deep,
When stars above refused to sleep.
They shimmered bright through midnight blue,
As if the heavens whispered too:
“Hold on, young heart, though skies may freeze,
For warmth is found in memories.
Beyond the storm, beyond the snow,
The seeds of spring already grow.”
Rehan smiled, his eyes turned high,
To constellations crowding the sky.
He felt his father’s voice once more—
A gentle echo through the door.
“Be strong, my boy, the world is wide,
But love will always be your guide.”
And with that whisper, faint yet near,
The night grew calm, the stars drew clear.
He ran outside, his breath a cloud,
The moon above both soft and proud.
He built a lantern out of glass,
And placed it shining in the grass.
Its golden glow cut through the cold,
A tiny sun the dark could hold.
Neighbors saw its tender gleam,
And came to join his silent dream.
Soon every window lit with flame,
And laughter through the village came.
The snow still fell, but hearts were warm,
Together safe through winter’s storm.
The frost became a painted art,
On every roof, on every heart.
And though the world was still and white,
It pulsed with love and gentle light.
By morning’s rise, the hills would gleam,
Like silver stitched in heaven’s seam.
And Rehan knew — as all hearts do —
That winter’s chill can’t dim what’s true.
For warmth is not in hearths alone,
But in the love that we have grown.
And when the winds of winter sigh,
They tell of hearts that never die.
So let it snow, let night be long,
For even cold can birth a song.
In every frost, a spark will stay —
To guide lost souls along their way.
And when the seasons shift once more,
And springtime knocks at winter’s door,
The world will bloom — but still recall,
The whisper that once blessed it all.
For frost may fade and stars may flee,
But love outlasts eternity.
And through each flake, each frozen art,
Winter will whisper — from heart to heart.
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