Winter's Cry

Through the frosted pane, the outside speaks, A quiet realm where winter peaks. Bare trees reach with slender grace, Against the sky, their silent embrace.

Snow blankets earth in muted tones, A world of whispers, soft and lone. Curtains sway in a tender sigh, Framing stillness where dreams lie.

Inside, the warmth, a softer hue, While winter paints its tranquil view. A moment caught, serene and shy, Between the room and winter’s cry.