Winter Whispers

A canvas of snow, each flake a low murmur of renewal, 
Blanketing the city in a snow-woven spell, 
Nature's soft reset at the turn of the year.

Snowflakes descend, a ceaseless dance,
Illuminating streets with a frosty glow, 
Each crystal, a fleeting architect, 
Crafting landscapes of transient artistry.

Beneath the white, the world transforms, 
Streets become rivers of silvered ice, 
A precarious beauty, a slippery path,
Each step a cautious balance with winter's whims.

In this sharp clutch, the soul finds solitude,
A reflective quiet in the frost-laden air,
Our heart beats slower under the serene white,
Each snowfall a reminder of life's fleeting nature.

In the soft luminescence of winter's gown,
Time pauses, a moment of introspective peace,
As the city, wearing crowns of frost, finds stillness,
A gentle reminder of the cycles of life and time.