The world sleeps crisp, in frosty dreams,
A silvered shroud, where sunlight gleams.
On canvas pure, of silent ground,
Winter's brush paints beauty profound.
Trees stand bold in stark delight,
Adorned in fluffy frosting light.
Their branches bear a wondrous weight,
A winter's tale in snowflakes' freight.
Beneath the dome of winter's sky,
A poet's soul, in wonder flies.
Each snowflake sings, a whispered rhyme,
**Winter's symphony, in perfect time..
With nimble touch, the poet weaves,
A snowman's tale, on winter's eaves.
Coal eyes alight, a carrot grin,
A silent friend, to share the scene.
From frozen breath, to frosted glass,
A crystal world, will surely pass.
But in the heart, where memories stay,
Winter's magic, lights the way.
So let the snow, in silence fall,
Embrace the hush, and answer nature's call.
For in its grip, a beauty lies,
A crystal song, on the frosty white.
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