The Silver Breath of Winter

The mountain peaks lie silent, wrapped in white, 
While in the vale the silver fog lies still. 
And winter comes with frost upon its flight, 
Unfolding cold seas at its icy will.

But when the sun awakens in the sky, 
The mountain glows with pure and shining light. 
Then winter’s spirit stirs my heart nearby 
And fills my soul with peace serene and bright.

On sleds and skis I long to rise and glide, 
To snowy heights where drifting snowflakes roam. 
Through narrow gorges, down the mountainside, 
Where every step becomes a leap unknown.

I breathe the crisp and crystal winter air 
And feel the joy this season brings to me. 
The landscape, grand and solemn everywhere, 
Is stern and wild—yet full of majesty.

And when the snow falls thick in gentle streams, 
I spin beneath it in a quiet dance. 
The dreams that once lived softly in my dreams 
Awaken now and fill my heart with glance.

A tender cloth of snow on paths is laid, 
And winter hums like distant silver chimes. 
Forgotten is the sorrow once conveyed, 
A frost;clear song now rings within my mind.

I long to whirl in dance, so light and free, 
Among the flocks of white the heavens send. 
To treasure this brief moment given me 
And let the distant sorrows fade without end.

A gentle snowy veil covers the land, 
The world sinks deep in winter’s quiet sleep. 
And under this cold shawl by nature’s hand 
All life finds rest in slumber still and deep.