In the depths of the forest, where silence resides,
A winter sunset casts its enchanting tides.
A tapestry of colors painted across the sky,
As day bids farewell with a gentle sigh.
The barren trees, with branches stretched wide,
Stand tall and proud, with grace implied.
Their limbs, like ink against the fading light,
Etch intricate patterns, a captivating sight.
The sun, a golden orb, begins to descend,
Casting long shadows, a journey's end.
Its warm embrace turns cool, as if to say,
"Rest now, dear world, until a brand new day."
A palette of hues spreads across the land,
Soft pinks and purples, an artist's hand.
The snow, untouched, glistens in the fading glow,
A winter's kiss, a blanket of purest snow.
The air grows crisp, as night's embrace draws near,
A chorus of whispers, as nature holds dear.
The forest awakens, in nocturnal delight,
As stars emerge, casting their silvery light.
The stillness deepens, as darkness takes hold,
Yet, a sense of wonder cannot be controlled.
For in this frozen world, a magic unfolds,
Where winter's beauty, forever beholds.
So, stand amidst the forest, as twilight descends,
And let the winter sunset be your truest friend.
Embrace the serenity, let your spirit be free,
In this tranquil moment, feel the forest's decree.
~ Wayne Becker