The wind howls through the empty streets,

As snowflakes dance in endless beats.

The city sleeps beneath the white,

A peaceful hush that blankets the night.

The temples stand in solemn grace,

Their roofs adorned with icy lace.

The lanterns glow a muted hue,

A serene scene, both old and new.

The blizzard rages on and on,

Yet in this moment,

all is calm.

Kyoto shimmers in the cold,

A treasure to behold and hold.