Creekside Winter

By the creek where cold winds glide, Winter lingers by the side. Snow-kissed stones in silence lay, Guarding dreams of yesterday.

A smiling snowman stands with cheer, Warming hearts that wander near. Through frosted pines and skies of blue, The quiet whispers something true—

That even in the deepest chill, Peace can find a place to fill. And in this still, enchanting scene, Winter’s touch feels soft and clean.