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.