In winter’s grip, hands cold as art,Yet beats a heart so warm.Beneath the frost, emotions start,A contrast to the norm.Cold fingers clasp, yet love imparts,A heat that can transform.Through icy days, compassion charts,A path away from storm.In frozen times, kindness departsFrom warmth that breaks the form.”Cold hands, warm heart,” a phrase that starts,A truth that’s…
Winter’s grip, fierce and bold,Tells a tale of warmth in the cold.Beneath a blanket white, sky grey,Life’s heart beats where it lay.Frozen landscapes whisper secrets, old,Of warmth that kindles in the rime.The cold, a paradox of flame and frost,Souls’ warmth ensures hope’s not lost.Embers glow in every being,A light unseen, deeply freeing.On the coldest nights,…
Cold Mountain Whispers On Cold Mountain’s breath, a whisper rides,Where snowflakes dance, and silence hides.Beneath a sky of endless grey,The peaks stand tall, in proud array.A world untouched, by warmth or sun,Where streams are still, and shadows run.The air so crisp, it sings a tune,Of ancient tales, and winter’s boon.Here, among the silent stone,The mountain’s…
Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,The world lies hushed in sheets of snow.A silent frost creeps, slow and deep,While all around, in slumber sleep.The hearth inside burns low and warm,Against the chill of winter’s storm.A lone figure, by candlelight,Ponders the quiet of the night.Each breath, a cloud in the cold air,Thoughts drift to places here…
At dawn’s quiet hour, the world stands still,A blanket of frost covers the hill.A lone pumpkin rests in the field,Wrapped in a chill, its fate revealed.Its orange hue, now pale and light,Under morning’s frosty white.The sun peeks over the horizon, bright,Kissing the frost with gentle light.Ice crystals glitter, a magical sight,As the pumpkin basks in…
Whisper of Winter Woods Hushed winter woods, snowflakes dance,A soft voice whispers in the twilight trance.Beneath the moon’s silver gleam,Trees stand guard in a silent dream.Branches etch the sky’s cold seam,In a world richer than it might seem.Snow crunches beneath my feet,A rhythmic song, both sad and sweet.Echoes through this frosty retreat,Where heart and nature…
Winter Sports Whipping winds, cold and brisk,Ice beneath skates, a slippery disk.Nipping frost, the morning’s kiss,Trails for skiing, a snowy bliss.Echoes of laughter, down the slope,Racing hearts, filled with hope.Snowboarding jumps, high and bold,Powdered peaks under sun’s gold.Over icy lakes, the curling stones slide,Reveling in the chill, spirits abide.Toboggans rush, in joyful descent,Sparkling under a…
Upon a canvas white and wide,Where silence and the chill collide,There lies a path, both steep and long,A slope where daring hearts belong.With boards affixed to willing feet,The mountain calls with challenge sweet.A dance with gravity, a race with wind,In snowy realms, where dreams are pinned.The air, it bites with frosty teeth,Yet spirits soar beyond…
The Winter’s Thrill Upon the white, a silent thrill,A dance with chill, the world stands still.With skis and skates, the brave convene,To conquer slopes and icy sheen.The mountain’s call, a siren’s song,Where hearts beat fast, and spirits long.To glide on snow, to fly on ice,Each turn and jump, a roll of dice.The frosty air, a…
Beneath winter’s soft, silent shroud,Where frost sketches on glass, proud,A warm fireplace, with its gentle glow,Whispers tales of the snow.Flames dance in a rhythmic trance,Casting shadows that seem to prance,Around the room, they softly sway,Chasing the cold of night away.The crackle of the burning wood,In this serene solitude,Speaks of comfort, speaks of peace,In its warmth,…
