The winter air, a frigid embrace,Spreads o’er the land, a frozen grace.A mist of ice, it paints the scene,A haunting beauty, sharp and keen.It grips the face, a breath that steals,Through fabric’s weave, its coldness wields.A shiver runs, a sharp delight,Awakening senses to the night.A reminder of nature’s untamed might,Raw power, stark against the light.A…