Snow Poem 2
Whispers of winter, a silent song,Sweeps over hills, where hearts belong,In the dance of flakes, so fine, so light,A tapestry woven, in the depth of night.The moon, a sentinel, in the sky so clear,Illuminates paths that deer hold dear,Through forests deep, where shadows play,Snow blankets the earth, in a mystical display.Beneath the weight of a…