The quiet glow of snow..

Beneath a sky of blushing light,

The mountains breathe in shades of blue,

While snow clad pines, in silent white,

Stand tall beneath the pastel hue.

Each branch is crowned with winter’s art,

A careful touch of frost and flame,

As dawn with gentle heart

Whispers colour into flame.

The world feels paused,
yet wide and deep,

A painted breath, both cold and kind,

Where valleys dream and summits keep

The quiet thoughts of earth and time.

Here winter glows, not stark nor stark alone,

But soft with hope and crystal air,

A frozen land, yet warmly shown,

As if the sky itself were prayer.