The snow is a quilt, stitched by the night,
The trail’s a ribbon, crisp and white.
My boots tap rhythms, a frosty beat,
With every crunch, the morning’s sweet.
Icicles dangle like chandeliers,
Nature’s ballroom, the music appears.
Oh, the winter waltz, in morning’s glow,
Each step a dance, each breath aglow.
The world’s a stage, where frostflakes twirl,
In this sparkling, swirling, snow-clad world.
The trees wear tinsel, a festive flair,
Their branches bow, in chilled winter air.
The sun winks slyly, through frosted panes,
Casting gold on the powdered plains.
Accordion hums with a snowy sigh,
Brass band swells, as clouds drift by.
Trombone slides through the icy morn,
A polka for footprints freshly born.
Oh, the winter waltz, in morning’s glow,
Each step a dance, each breath aglow.
The world’s a stage, where frostflakes twirl,
In this sparkling, swirling, snow-clad world.