Whispers of Winter's Dawn

In twilight's hushed embrace, we find repose,
Amidst the crisp, transparent breath of dawn,
Beneath the sky where whispered starlight glows,
The autumn leaves now fallen, nearly gone.

Yet winter's whispers call us to the night,
A gentle murmur heralds frosted air,
The tranquil flakes descend, a pure delight,
Transforming worlds once golden, now laid bare.

In every flake, a tale of life's refrain,
The silent drift of time through seasons blend,
From bloom to bare and back to bloom again,
Such is the path our earth-bound souls defend.

So, let us find in winter's first pure sight,
The echoes of our vast and endless flight.