When the winter’s chill hugs the earth so tight,
And the frost wraps the branches in glittering white,
I find a beauty in the cold’s embrace,
As the world sleeps gently, in delicate grace.

The snowflakes fall like a whispered prayer,
Wrapping the trees in a soft white shroud;
In this quiet wonder, I breathe the air,
And my heart beats softly beneath the shroud.

• Ruth Dallas