In silent whispers, love takes form

Icicles sparkle in a gentle sway,
Suspended like wishes in winter’s display.
A sturdy branch cradles, steadfast and wise,
Over a frozen lake that mirrors the skies.
Nature’s hold, both chilly and kind,
In hushed murmurs, affection unwinds. Icicles draping from a limb above a shimmering ice lake, embracing the essence of winter’s charm.

For Six word Saturday