December Magic in Vienna

In Vienna, December breathes in light,

Where cobbled streets hum soft with snow,

And spires of stone, in candle-bright,

Glow like old dreams the stars still know.

The Danube whispers winter’s tune,

A silver thread through velvet night,

While carols drift beneath the moon

And gild the air with warm delight.

At market stalls, the lanterns sway,

Spilling gold on mittens red,

Where laughter melts the cold away

And time walks slow, by footsteps led.

Coffee steams in porcelain grace,

A waltz of warmth in amber glow,

As Strauss still lingers in this place,

Where echoes dance in falling snow.

Horse hooves chime on frosted stone,

A rhythm born of years gone by,

And every breath feels not alone

Beneath Vienna’s watchful sky.

Here winter learns a gentler art,

Turns frost to wonder, night to song,

And leaves, within the traveler’s heart,

A spell that softly hums lifelong.

                                — Meenakshi Singh