To Winter Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A Yousef

In the hush of dawn,
where shadows linger,
and frost weaves its lace
on the brittle edges of leaves,
I beckon you, Winter,
with your breath of silver chill,
a whispering wind
that dances through the bare trees.

Your arrival is a symphony,
a quietude that blankets the earth,
painting rooftops in white,
turning the world into a canvas
where silence speaks louder
than the songs of summer.
Here you come,
draped in clouds of ashen gray,
the sky heavy with secrets,
each flake a story,
each gust a memory.

I feel your fingers,
cold and tender,
tracing the contours of my heart.
You bring the long nights,
where time stretches like shadows,
and the fire crackles with warmth,
its glow a sanctuary
against your encroaching chill.

Oh, Winter,
you are the pause in the breath of nature,
the moment when life slows,
when everything retreats
into the stillness of introspection.
The world beneath your cloak lies dormant,
yet beneath the surface,
the pulse of life beats softly,
waiting for the thaw,
for the sun's embrace to melt
the icy grip of your reign.

You are both harsh and gentle,
a paradox wrapped in layers,
the bite of bitter winds
coupled with the soft kiss of snow.
You teach us endurance,
the beauty of resilience,
as we huddle close,
wrapped in scarves and dreams,
sharing stories that warm the soul,
while the world outside
transforms into a wonderland,
each step a crunch of joy,
each breath a cloud of hope.

So come, Winter,
with your stark beauty,
your serene solitude.
Let the nights stretch long,
and the stars twinkle like promises,
for in your embrace,
I find a quiet strength,
a reminder that even in the cold,
there is warmth
in the heart of stillness,
and soon,
the world will awaken
to the gentle stirrings of Spring.