In corridors of crystalline breath,
I wander through the winter's woven dream,
Where moonlit shadows dance upon the icicle's edge.
Curled winds sigh secrets known only to the trees,
Whispering tales of yesteryears.
Frozen murmurs echo in soft tones,
As I tread the path of silvered whispers,
Each step a ghost upon the snow's white heart.
Stars draped like frost upon the night's velvet veil,
Serenades that shimmer in the chill.
Embrace warmer relics beneath the frost,
Or chase the glimmering echoes of a timeless waltz.