Silent Winter Dawn

By Harleen Kaur

The dawn peeks soft with shades of gray,

As frost-kissed trees in silence sway.

The world, a canvas, pure and bright,

Bathed in the glow of morning light.

Breath hangs heavy in the air,

A cloud of mist, so crisp and fair.

The ground beneath, so cold and still,

A frozen blanket on the hill.

Footsteps crunch with every stride,

As winter whispers, far and wide.

The sun, a shyness on the rise,

Peeks through the clouds with sleepy eyes.

The world, it feels so calm, so clear,

A quiet peace, no rush, no fear.

In winter’s arms, the morning gleams,

A perfect start, a day of dreams.

By Harleen Kaur