In the silence of nature , when the blanket of snow has been drawn. When the year’s night has come , cold and long. When there are no leaves for the wind to whistle through . That’s where , that’s when, Winter will whisper to you. In the dead silence when mother earth lay cold and still. You can hear it in the winds soft breath as it blows fresh snow over the fields . You can hear it in the moaning branches as they creak Winter’s dance to tunes of the breeze. Winter’s whisper calls you soft , cold , and silent as the leafless trees.