Winter’s garden, silent and bare,

Holds secrets in the frosty air.

Against the silver, grey and white,

Shining through the low sunlight,

She hides her treasures in plain sight,

Fool’s gold glittering in the light.

 

Opulent jewels of crimson red and orange rust,

Covered in sparkling fairy dust.

Mistletoe charms as magic weaves,

Through evergreen and frosted leaves.

A silent rustle through the trees,

Frozen limbs deterring mischievous thieves.

 

A soundless promise that no one shall pass,

As the world turns pearlescent, through frosted glass.

Quiet beauty, almost divine,

Everything placed here by design.

Here subtle hues of green intertwine,

Winter berries peeking through the vines.

 

And from the peaceful, frozen ground,

New life and blooms will soon be found.

Winter’s garden, serene and fair,

Whispers promises to the frosty air.