Country House

A lone house rests gently beneath a blanket of snow, tucked in the quiet countryside.
Smoke curls from the chimney, a soft promise of warmth inside.
Frost clings to the windows, framing the golden glow within.
The fields lie silent, wrapped in white, untouched and still.
Footprints vanish quickly, swallowed by falling flakes.
Trees bow low under winter’s weight, guarding the home in silence.
Inside, the hush of snow meets the crackle of fire — and all is calm.