Beneath the sky of endless white, A house stands bold against the light. Its walls, as dark as winter’s breath, Hold warmth within the frozen depth. A lonely car, a fleeting trace, Of human hands in nature’s space. Yet all is still, the silence wide, A quiet world where dreams reside. This humble home, this stark retreat, Finds harmony where snow and earth meet. A life contained, both small and free, In winter’s arms, eternity.