In winter's tender grasp, we find,
A world transformed, a new design.
A glistening blanket, pure and white,
A canvas set for nature's flight.
Each flake that falls, a work of art,
A testament to nature's heart.
In silent woods, a hush descends,
As winter's tale begins to blend.
The trees adorned in crystal lace,
A wondrous sight, a frozen grace.
Their branches reach towards the sky,
As if to touch the stars on high.
The earth below, a snowy quilt,
Where footprints mark a path once built.
A playground for the young and old,
Where stories in the snow unfold.
In cozy nooks by fireside bright,
We gather close on winter's night.
With mugs held close, we sip and savor,
The warmth that comes from winter's flavor.
The Northern Lights, a cosmic dance,
A skyward spectacle, a chance,
To glimpse the magic in the air,
As colors swirl, a cosmic affair.
And in this season, cold and clear,
A time of reflection, a time to draw near.
To nature's rhythms, to stillness profound,
In winter's embrace, a peace is found.

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