In silent woods where whispers freeze,
The breath of night kisses the breeze.
Trees stand like sentries cloaked in white,
Their branches bowing, in graceful plight.
The breath of winter, crisp and clear,
Wraps all in silence, drawing near.
A silver quilt covers sleeping ground,
As snowflakes drift and twirl around.
Beneath the moon's observant gaze,
Winter shrouds time in a sparkling haze.
The world sleeps under frosted dreams,
Where moonlight weaves its silver beams.
As frost paints scenes upon the night.
Where stars like diamonds shimmer bright.
Nature's art hangs in crystal chains,
A masterpiece in all that remains.
©️Lizzie Bevis