A Cold Night

In winter's grasp, the world lies still, Beneath a hush, so deep and chill. A tapestry of snowflakes weaves, A wonderland where magic breathes. The air is crisp, the sky so clear, The world adorned in ice and cheer. Each breath, a mist of fleeting art, As winter wraps around the heart. The trees stand tall, their branches bare, Yet beauty dwells in every glare. Adorned in glistening, silvery thread, A sight that fills the soul with dread. But in this cold and quiet night, There's warmth found in the soft moonlight. Families gather, hearts grow near, Embraced by love, there's naught to fear. In winter's song, a lullaby, Whispers of stars light up the sky. The earth, a canvas, pure and bright, Painted in the pale, soft light. Frosty windows, fireside tales, A mug of cocoa, laughter sails. Snowflakes dance in their descent, A fleeting moment, pure content. Footprints mark the pristine snow, A testament that we did go, Exploring in this world of white, A realm of wonder and delight. Winter, with your icy art, You bind us close, you bind us heart. In your chill, there's warmth, we find, A season etched upon the mind.