Winter's Palette

In the hush of winter's breath, a canvas unfurls,
A tapestry woven with nature's delicate swirls.
Each brushstroke of frost, a masterpiece to behold,
As winter's palette paints the world in hues so bold.

First, the pristine white, a blanket of snow,
Softly draped o'er the earth in a luminous glow.
A tranquil canvas, a shimmering expanse,
Where silence reigns, and footprints dance.

The trees stand adorned in garments of ice,
Crystal branches glistening, a spectacle so nice.
Diamonds hang like ornaments, catching the light,
A symphony of frozen beauty, winter's own twilight.

But beneath the virgin snow, a tapestry lies,
A world of muted colors, where magic lies.
Beneath the icy crust, life whispers its tale,
A hidden treasure, a secret unveiled.

The sky, a canvas of its own, painted in layers,
From the steel-gray clouds to the sun's feeble glares.
Dawn's blush on the horizon, a pale pink embrace,
As winter's breath paints a soft, pastel grace.

Sunset ignites a blaze, a fire in the west,
Fiery oranges and purples, a heavenly quest.
A kaleidoscope of colors, a celestial dance,
As daylight surrenders, giving winter its chance.

Moonlight spills like silver, a mystical sheen,
Casting shadows long, in a monochrome dream.
Stars twinkle overhead, a frosty veil unfurls,
As winter's palette paints a canvas of pearls.

Amidst the icy winds, a symphony of sounds,
Crackling footsteps, nature's whispers abound.
A crunch of snow, a rustle in the trees,
As winter weaves its magic in a tranquil freeze.

Yet, in the heart of winter, warmth finds its way,
Fireside tales and cocoa, a comforting array.
A symphony of contrasts, a balance so divine,
As winter's palette unfolds, a masterpiece in time.

So, let us revel in winter's artistic embrace,
Admire the colors, the stillness, the grace.
For in every frozen moment, a story unfolds,
In winter's palette, a timeless beauty holds.

-Khushi Kaul