Echoes in the Snow

A Snowflake’s Tale

A snowflake falls, its fragile flight,

A whisper drawn from endless night.

Each crystal blooms, unique, alone,

Yet finds its kin in fields of stone.

The streets hum soft, a carol’s tune,

Beneath the gaze of a watchful moon.

Laughter spills where candles gleam,

Love rekindles its timeless dream.

Through frosted glass, the world takes pause,

Its hurried breath a gentle cause.

In window’s glow, a child’s gaze,

Seeks stars that dance through winter’s haze.

The pine’s sharp scent, the fire’s low crack,

Memories surface, calling us back.

To hands that shaped, with mittened care,

Snow angels resting in crisp air.

But time, relentless, weaves its thread,

Through fleeting moments, softly said.

Yet here we gather, hearts aligned,

To share the warmth that love designed.

Oh, silent snow, fall soft, fall light,

Wrap the earth in your tranquil white.

For in your stillness, echoes bloom,

Of cherished faces in a room.

Let stories flow, let songs take flight,

Through winter’s breath, through starry night.

For every ember holds a spark,

Of brighter days beyond the dark.

In every home, a quiet glow,

In every heart, a seed to sow.

For winter’s grasp, though cold it seems,

Warms the soul and feeds its dreams.