Winter winds whisper softly
The breath casts a chill into the soul
Bare trees reach out like outstretched arms
Their bare branches entangle the stars
The crisp air burns with sweetness
Like a hidden promise
Footsteps crunch into the snow
Leaving fleeting traces in the cold silence
The pink light of day fades
Into twilight’s blush of muted glow
The stillness becomes a silence
An invitation to pause and listen
To find something in the stillness
Under the cold sacred flow of the stars
The silences rings, pierces
The whispers have stopped