If your pardon is needed, pardon this third Robert Frost poem in three days.  His joy in nature hooks me somehow, and I indulge in reading and re-reading my favorites.  Here is a new-to-me favorite, not specifically winter- but a moon over the snow, seen through the empty branches is the image my mind conjures here.

"The Freedom of the Moon"

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.