The wind whispers tales, of a season anew,
As snowflakes descend, in shades of white and blue.
The first snowfall, a delicate sigh,
A gentle caress, as the world goes by.

The air grows crisp, with a frosty embrace,
Each snowflake a whisper, in time and space.
They settle on rooftops, and cover the ground,
A silent symphony, in winter's profound.

The trees stand adorned, in a snowy gown,
Their branches adorned, with a crystalline crown.
The world is transformed, a tranquil delight,
As winter's magic, takes hold of the night.

The first snowfall, a promise of rest,
A time for reflection, to be truly blessed.
In the hushed silence, a moment to pause,
As winter's beauty, enchants and awes