In whispered winds a tale unfolds, Where winter's grace pure white as lace, Cascades in silent, gentle folds— A dance of flakes in soft embrace. Each snowflake falls with tender care, A fleeting touch, a fleeting kiss, Upon the earth, it's maiden dare, In swift surrender to the bliss. The chill caress, a lover's sigh, Evaporates where warmth is found; The snow, like dreams that softly die, Leaves naught but memory on the ground. Yet in its wake it does unveil A secret bond both sweet and true, For in the melting, hints prevail That beauty's fiercest under view.