Whispers of Winter

In the quiet streets, where snowflakes gently fall, A serene world awakens, beyond them all. The buildings stand, with stories untold, Their facades worn, their hearts made of gold. The people walk, with steps slow and cold, Their faces hidden, their spirits unfold. The dogs play, with tails wagging free, A moment's joy, in a winter's spree. The artist's brush, with strokes bold and light, Captures the scene, in a gentle night. The colors blend, in a harmonious hue, A symphony of life, both old and new. In this still moment, we find our peace, A sense of belonging, our worries release. The world is hushed, in a quiet repose, A time for reflection, as the snowflakes disclose.