Winter's Grasp

In winter's grasp, the world doth sleep, A frosty breath, its secrets keep, Yet through the still, a melody, Chirping birds, a symphony. Upon the boughs of skeletal trees, Their whispers weaved with icy breeze, A harmony of crystal air, A song of life, a love affair. The snowflakes dance, as whispers call, From feathered throats, a chorus enthralled, An aria of contrast, bold and bright, A celebration in frozen twilight. A velvet sky adorned with gems, A lunar light, the night befriends, And in the hush, a gentle sway, The world awakes to greet the day. In winter's heart, the songbirds sing, Defiant warmth, their voices bring, A testament to life's embrace, A serenade to nature's grace.