As night enfolds the world in its darkened shroud, A hush falls, deep and proud. It carries the chill of stories untold, In its icy grasp, secrets of the old. Bare branches quiver, in the frosty air, A ballet of shadows, graceful and fair. The snowflakes descend, each a silent plea, A dance of the…
Beneath the moon’s pale gaze, winter whispers, In a world so still, where sorrow lingers. Snowflakes fall, each a silent, tearful sigh, Echoing the heart’s cold, the empty sky. Trees stand bare, their branches like brittle bone, A landscape forlorn, forgotten, alone. Winter’s chill seeps deep, a relentless thief, Stealing warmth, leaving in its wake,…
In lands where winter whispers soft and slow, A wonderland emerges with the snow. A realm where crystal palaces arise, ‘Neath the solemn watch of icy skies. Trees robed in white, stand tall and proud, Silent sentinels in a snowy shroud. Each branch, a sculptor’s masterpiece, Crafted in the cold, where time seems to cease….
Crystalline whispers in moonlit ballet, Adorned in frost, the world’s hushed array. Glistening gems of winter’s deep sigh, Diamonds of ice, ‘neath the starlit sky. Icicles dangle like chandeliers grand, Sculpted by winter’s meticulous hand. Bare trees wear jewels in frozen embrace, Nature’s own treasures, with delicate grace. Snowflakes, like artisans, craft from the breeze,…
In the heart of the forest, hushed and white, Where snowflakes dance and stars ignite, There echoes a song, soft and slow, A melody where icy rivers flow. Beneath the sky, a canvas pure, The winter’s song, serene and sure, Whispers through the trees, a gentle hymn, In the world where light grows dim. Each…
In winter’s quiet shadow, Dreams rest, silver and low. Branches whisper old tales, Of youth’s green, now pale. Flickering hearth of past, In long nights, memories cast. Snowflakes weave silently, Moments’ tapestry. Quiet garden, time’s tread, Paths once awed, now fled. Frozen blooms, passion’s art, Lost warmth, love’s part. In stillness, wisdom’s sage, Time’s gift,…
A pause in the whirl of the year’s grand dance, As winter whispers, “Now is the chance,” To rest and reflect in the frost’s embrace, To find stillness in winter’s tranquil grace. School halls echo, now silent and clear, Children at home, the snowflakes draw near, Families gathering, warm and tight-knit, By firesides where laughter…
In the heart of autumn’s twilight, whispers stir, A herald of the coming frost’s silent sweep. Leaves, once vibrant, now a sepia blur, Surrender to the winds that through branches weep. The sky, a canvas of diminishing light, Paints the world in shades of grey and pale. Shadows lengthen, as day concedes to night, And…
Amidst the lingering chill of winter’s last breath, A whisper of warmth stirs beneath the snow. Frost-kissed boughs now dream of a floral wreath, As winter bows gracefully, taking its final bow. Goodbye to the crisp nights, where stars shone bright, To the silvery shroud that covered the meadow. Farewell to the quietude of the…
Misadventure of Frosty Old Frosty slipped on icy ground, His hat flew off, rolled all around. Carrot nose, a skew, oh what a sight, This snowman’s plight brought sheer delight. He tried to skate, but what a scene! Flailing arms, a wobbly routine. Kids giggled as he spun in place, Frosty’s dance, a snowy chase….
