Winter Is Coming Poem by Dave Dafes

When winter's breath doth softly start to blow,
A harbinger of change, in grand design,
The land, in snowy garb, begins to show,
As nature slips into a dream, divine.

The trees, once dressed in verdant, vibrant hues,
Now stand in still and silent majesty,
Their branches draped in crystal lace anew,
A tribute to the season's tapestry.

The snowflakes, like fair jewels from heaven's door,
In graceful waltz, they fall from skies so high,
Each one unique, a beauty to explore,
A canvas pure, beneath the frosty sky.

Yet in the quiet of the winter's song,
There lies the promise of spring's sweet and long.