Winter Solstice Wonders: (Inspired By Robert Frost) Poem by DM W

It's the winter solstice; snow is falling.
I hear strange murmurings in the woods:
The whispers of many enchanted things.
To mortals, not easily understood.
Yet my curiosity is sparked by
The wind's moans through these woods: so dark and deep.
Perhaps, a miraculous beauty lies
Within, that will reveal all its secrets,
To I, who labour for long, lonely hours,
With only an old horse for company.
I'm spellbound by these woods' wondrous powers.
Whether or not it's a dream, I perceive,
These magical moments will linger long,
And transmogrify all I gaze upon.