Winter blankets all in white,
A world transformed in icy sheen,
The trees stand tall like sentinels,
In a silent dance, serene.

Footsteps crunch on frosted ground,
Each breath a cloud in the brisk air,
And nature holds her breath profound,
While stars lace the night with flair.

The hush of snow, a tranquil sight,
Whispers of peace within the chill,
As the world pauses in pure delight,
Time slows down, and hearts are still.

• Andrej Ērgļs