Winter Lantern Poetry

The wind has folded the night into a velvet hush, and I walk beneath the pale glow of a solitary lantern, its flame trembling like an old heart. Each step distorts the reflection of distant silver leaves, as if the world itself is trying to read the quiet of my thoughts. I feel the echo of a lighthouse in the silence ❄️, watching me as though I were a wandering soul adrift in time. The cold air writes verses in my mind, a soft lament for moments that drift like snowflakes. In this stillness I hear the whisper of forgotten paths, and my heart, though melancholic, keeps pace with the rhythm of the unseen world. #WinterPoetry #SilentLeaves