Winter Painting

In winter’s realm, where silence reigns,
A frost untouched by wind remains,
Amidst a canvas, diamonds gleam,
A batik art, a winter dream.

Life-sized splendor, crisp and bright,
Beneath the shining, purest light,
Red rowan branches, snow-draped lace,
In nature’s grip, a gentle grace.

There stands a woman, elegantly rare,
A brunette with curls, a beauty so fair,
In chiffon flowing, a floral embrace,
Red and yellow hues, a vibrant trace.

Her long sleeves whisper of a calm delight,
While a tiara sparkles in the winter light.
She lingers softly, a vision divine,
In this frosty kingdom, where all is aligned.

And on the X-mas tree, a red bird sings,
A song of joy that the cold air brings,
Wings spread wide in a warmth so true,
A herald of hope, in brilliant hue.

In this enchanted, frost-kissed scene,
Nature and beauty lovingly glean,
A moment suspended in time's gentle sway,
In the heart of winter, where dreams softly play.