In the hush of winter's grasp,  
Where daylight wanes and shadows clasp,  
A heavy blanket, gray and deep,  
Wraps the world in a silence steep.  

Frosted breath hangs in the air,  
Whispers of a sun laid bare,  
The trees, like sentinels, stand still,  
Their branches bare, devoid of thrill.  

The snowflakes fall like whispered sighs,  
Each one a tear from leaden skies,  
And in the quiet, hearts can ache,  
As dreams of warmth begin to break.  

The world is cloaked in muted tones,  
Where laughter fades and solitude moans,  
Yet in this chill, a flicker gleams,  
A spark of hope in winter dreams.  

For every night so long and cold,  
A promise waits, a tale retold,  
Of spring's embrace, of blooms anew,  
A vibrant world, kissed with dew.  

So let the winter winds may blow,  
And cover all with ice and snow,  
For even in the darkest hue,  
The heart will find its strength, and bloom.