cold poems

Frost’s Gentle Hymn Where silence holds sway,Night turns to day,Frost whispers cold and deep,Winter’s cradle, shadows sleep.Beneath the moon’s watchful eye,Earth lies hushed, stars fill the sky,Wind paints ice lace fine,On branches, chill air’s design.The river, now still,Wears an icy shroud, frozen will,Fields don ivory hue,World transformed, frosty dew.In this cold, beauty rare,Stillness, calm, everywhere,Winter’s…