Memories of death escape, under new snow's embrace,
Whispers of the past, in cold's tender grace.
Blanket of purity veils sorrows in white,
Hushing the pain with its soft silent might.
Footprints of time fade, as old wounds find rest,
New beginnings emerge from nature's white crest.
In stillness, a solace, a chance to renew,
A chance to find hope where once darkness grew.
Under winter's shroud, a rebirth takes hold,
Memories transformed into stories untold.
- Willisha
