Winter's Gentle Slumber

In the quiet village, snowflakes gently fall, A serene landscape, where stories enthrall. The buildings stand, with walls of aged stone, Their windows watching, like eyes that have known. The people move, with steps both slow and cold, Their breath visible, as the chill is told. Two dogs, with fur of brown and black as night, Play in the snow, with joyful, carefree might. The street, a canvas, where shadows softly lie, Invites the viewer, to step and wonder why. In this still scene, a sense of peace is found, A moment captured, where time stands still and profound. The artist's brush, with strokes both bold and fine, Has painted a world, where beauty is divine. The colors blend, in a harmonious hue, A symphony of whites, and earthy tones anew. In 'Winter's Gentle Slumber', we find our peace, A reflection of life, in the snowy release.