“Winters Glow”

In winter’s glow, the evening spills  
A hush of silver on the hills;  
The pines wear shawls of frosted lace,  
Soft diamonds dusting every space.  

The hush is deep—each frozen tree  
Holds whispered secrets silently;  
The world is drawn in gentle light,  
Glass-pure beneath the velvet night.  

Warm windows gleam in golden rows  
While midnight’s blue-touched shadow grows,  
And children stamp through crystal snow,  
Bright cheeks abloom with fires below.  

The river, iced in pale repose,  
Dreams on beneath the drifting crows;  
Here peace descends all silken-slow—  
Enchanted by the winter’s glow.  

O, let this stillness sing and stay;  
A silver world, serene and fey,  
Where even darkness, soft and low,  
Is gentle in the winter’s glow.

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