Beneath the Pale Season. ❄️

A hush of cold in every breath we keep. 🌬️

The world in icy slumber, 🧊 quiet, still, 🕯️

As winter’s breath bends time and bends the hill. 🌨️

Faded blossoms whisper of days gone by, 🌸

Branches bare beneath a gray, indifferent sky. 🌫️

Dreams fold like snowflakes in the night’s embrace, 🩵

Waiting for the dawn’s warm, tender grace. 🌅

In this pale season’s gentle, somber call, 🍂

We find a quiet strength within it all. 🌕

For even in the cold, life’s promise lies— 🌱

A silent hope beneath winter’s skies. 🌌