Description
The air is crisp, the sky alight, With diamonds scattered through the night. The frost-kissed fields in slumber deep, Await the sun's first golden peep.
The trees stand stark, their branches bare, Etched black against the dawning glare. A crow takes flight, a caw its call, As winter weaves its magic shawl.
The world awakens, soft and slow, As gentle light begins to flow. A hush descends, a peaceful grace, In this winter wonderland's embrace.