Whispers of the Soul

Winter

The Longest Night

In the hush of winter's breath, the longest night unfolds,
A tapestry of shadows, where whispered secrets are told.
The world wrapped in silence, beneath a silver sheen,
As stars blink like lanterns in a vast, darkened scene.

The trees stand like sentinels, bare branches reaching high,
Their silhouettes against the moon, a solemn, watchful sky.
Each hour drags on slowly, the chill seeping in deep,
As dreams float like snowflakes, in a slumbering heap.

Yet in this quiet darkness, a flicker starts to glow,
A promise of returning light, beneath the blankets of snow.
For even the longest night must yield to dawn's embrace,
As time whispers softly, a gentle, steadfast grace.

The hearth fires crackle, casting warmth against the cold,
With stories shared in circles, of memories retold.
We gather close together, wrapped in love's sweet tether,
Finding comfort in the night, while dreaming of fair weather.

And though the shadows linger, we hold the light within,
A spark ignited softly, where hope begins to spin.
For with each passing moment, the sun will rise anew,
Breaking free from the darkness, painting skies in hues.

So let us celebrate this night, the stillness and the peace,
Embracing every moment, as our hearts find sweet release.
For in the longest night, we find a truth so bright,
That after every darkness, comes the dawn's warm light.