Upon the earth, a soft and silent shroud,
The first snowfall whispers secrets untold,
Each flake a dream, in silver light endowed,
As nature dons her gown of purest gold.

In quiet awe, the world begins to pause,
The air, a crisp embrace, so fresh and bright,
While laughter dances, children's joyful cause,
Their footprints weave a tale in gleaming white.

The quietude enfolds the heart anew,
As time stands still beneath the moon's soft glow,
A tranquil spell, where worries bid adieu,
In winter's arms, the spirit learns to flow.

For in this magic, hope and peace align,
The first snowfall, a promise, so divine.