Whispers of the Soul

Winter

Winter's Breath

In the hush of winter's morn, a chill dances through the air,
Each breath a whispered secret, visible and rare.
Clouds of frosty vapor rise, like ghosts of warmth that flee,
In this season of the quiet, where the world feels wild and free.

The trees stand tall, their branches bare, adorned with icy lace,
While every exhalation weaves a tapestry of grace.
We share our warmth through whispered words, as laughter fills the space,
In the crisp embrace of winter, we find a softened place.

With every breath, a memory forms, of nights spent by the fire,
The crackling glow, the stories told, of dreams that never tire.
We gather close, our hearts aligned, as snowflakes gently fall,
Each flake a token of the love that binds us, one and all.

Outside, the world transforms and glows, in shades of white and gray,
But within, we share a warmth that never fades away.
As winter breathes its icy chill, we find a flame anew,
In the tender bonds we nurture, in the moments shared by two.

So let us savor winter's breath, the bite that brings us near,
In the frost-kissed air, we'll celebrate the joy of those held dear.
For in the chill, we find the spark, of laughter and of light,
Uniting us through frosted breaths, on these long, cold nights.