Winter whispers

In the silence of the snowy night

Whispers echo, a gentle delight

The trees, like sentinels of old

Stand guard, their secrets to be told

Their branches creak, a soft refrain

As snowflakes fall, a million grains

Of whispered truths, of ancient lore

Carried on the wind's gentle score

The forest floor, a carpet deep

A blanket of white, where secrets sleep

The trees' whispers weave a spell of peace

As winter's silence the world does release

In this stillness, I find my way

Through the forest's whispered gray

A path that winds, a winding stream

Where secrets hide, and dreams are born in dream

The whispers grow, a chorus sweet

As snowflakes dance, to winter's beat

A symphony of hush and cold

A language only winter's whispers hold

In this season's quiet hush and gray

I listen close, to what the trees have to say

For in their whispers, I hear my own heart's beat

A rhythm that echoes, through winter's silent retreat.