The Coolness of Winter

While hearths glow warm with ember’s light, I dance beneath the pale moon’s gleam, Where frosted breath curls in the night, And ice-bound dreams take flight unseen. The wind, a whispered song so bold, It sings of stars in frozen streams, Of silver landscapes, fierce and cold, A world untouched by fire’s beams. With every step, the crunching snow, A voice that speaks to hearts like mine, Where solitude and wonders grow, And frozen beauty feels divine. The Winter Solstice marks my days, Its silent magic fills my chest, The sacred chill, the moonlit haze, This season feels like life’s own crest. Though Yule and Christmas warm the soul, The coolness calls me evermore, To wander where the frost takes hold, And where the northern tempests soar. No words could cage this love so vast, This bond with winter, fierce yet bright, A thrill that lingers, unsurpassed, Where cold and comfort both unite. So let them stay by fireside glow, With hands wrapped 'round their steaming cups, While I embrace the ice and snow, And drink the cold like boldest luck.