A winter’s chill heavy soft blankets the gray

A winter’s chill, heavy, soft blankets the gray,

where cracked pavement whispers of stories untold.

As snowflakes descend, they transform the decay,

a soft quilt that hides all the harshness of old.

Frozen droplets cradle the edges of pain,

but beauty clings close to the scars that remain.

The world wears a shroud that softens the lines,

while I stand in the stillness, the silence divine.

Each flake is a promise that muffles the sighs,

turning ruin to wonder, obscuring the cries.

In this fleeting moment, all ugliness fades,

leaving only the stillness, a peace that cascades.