Whispers of Winter

The air carries a whisper, subtle and cold,
Frost etching tales on window panes,
Silent symphonies beneath the snow,

In the soft, quietude of a grey-tinged dawn,
Branches bow under crystalline weight,
Their whispers intertwine with the wind.

The world pauses in a breath of frost,
Time encapsulated in frozen stillness,
As nature speaks in hushed tones,

Murmuring secrets of winter's realm,
Where every flake tells ancient stories,
And silence roams the twilight grounds.