Frozen Time

In a village hushed, beneath a snowy crown, Where houses huddled, painted up and down, Snow fell softly, a silent, shimmering sheet, Covering every rooftop, lane, and street.

The villagers awoke, to a world of white, A frozen canvas, bathed in pale moonlight. The little lake, once sparkling, blue and free, Now wore a coat of ice, for all to see.

Each breath a cloud, that danced upon the air, Each step a crunch, a frosty, crisp affair. But then, oh dear! A chilling, magic breeze, Swept through the village, freezing all with ease!

The baker’s bread, mid-rise, a frosted mound, The blacksmith's hammer, still above the ground. The children’s laughter, caught in mid-delight, All frozen solid, in the winter’s light!

Snow swirled and danced, a mischievous display, Holding time itself, at bay, at bay! The wind howled fiercely, a symphony of ice, A frozen moment, a sugary vice!

But hark! A glow, from windows shining bright, A cozy fireplace, chasing back the night. Inside, a warmth, a haven, safe and sound, Where stories whispered, 'til spring comes around!

The frozen magic, weakened by the flame, Slowly, gently, started to unclaim. And soon the village, with a joyful sound, Unfroze and thawed, upon familiar ground!