Frosty Whispers Poem by Mousumi Bhowmik

Upon a snowy hill, at dawn's first light,
The morning breeze emerges, pure and bright.
Whispering through pines, a gentle hush,
Caressing the landscape with a wintry brush.

With icy tendrils, it softly glides,
Painting the scene in frosty tides.
The air, crisp and clear, a chilly embrace,
As nature awakens with elegant grace.

The snowflakes glisten, like diamonds in flight,
Dancing with the breeze, a dazzling sight.
Their delicate descent, a silent ballet,
Creating a wonderland in shades of gray.

The breeze carries tales from afar,
Of distant lands where snowflakes spar.
It brings whispers of mountain peaks,
And stories of beauty only winter seeks.

The hushed serenity, a tranquil spell,
As the morning breeze weaves its wintry tale.
It stirs the trees, their branches sway,
Releasing a symphony in their snowy array.

Footsteps upon the untouched snow,
Leave a mark of wonder, a path to follow.
As the morning breeze whispers its refrain,
The hill awakens, embracing the serene.

The sunlight dances upon the snowy ground,
Casting a glow, so profound.
In the morning breeze, a magical blend,
Where nature and winter harmoniously transcend.

With each breath of the breeze, a gentle chill,
A reminder of nature's remarkable skill.
The snowy hill, a canvas pristine,
Bathed in the morning's ethereal sheen.

So let us cherish this wintery morn,
As the breeze carries stories, soft and forlorn.
In the stillness, let our spirits roam free,
And embrace the beauty of the snowy hill's plea.