A Sight Made of Dreams

Mountains made of icy sand, 

The sun peers down onto the land. 

A mirror casted upon the ground, 

As winter silences every sound. 

Not even the wind dares to sing, 

As time stops only for the icy season.

With many moons before spring, 

Wishing for warmth feels like treason. 

Though, unforgiving and cold, 

Nature makes a statement, one quite bold. 

Beauty can be found even in death. 

A cool reminder: a refreshing breath. 

Early in the mornings, the snow gleams.

As the sun gently kisses the Earth.

A sight so warm like a hearth, 

That can only be found in dreams. 

With a pause of time, 

The soft winter storms, 

Creates a story so sublime. 

Showing beauty outside our norms.