When winter’s chill has cast its spell, And wrapped the world in icy lace, Within the hearth, the stories tell, Of warmth and light, a soft embrace.

The snowflakes fall like whispered dreams, And nature sleeps beneath her quilt; Yet in the silence, hope redeems, The promise of the springtime built.

So let us cherish every breath, As seasons shift with gentle grace; For in each moment, life from death, Revives the heart in nature’s space.

• Hannah More