On Thursday, 4th December 2025, the night holds its breath,
The Cold Moon rises, silver and soft, like quiet love.
At 23:14 UTC, 04:44 IST on 5th December,
Its full glow begins—a gentle, shining ember.
Legends say it watches over the longest nights,
Honoring ancestors, dreams, and quiet lights.
Celts bowed, East Asia found clarity,
The Inuit felt warmth in its serenity.
Rivers shimmer, rooftops glow, forests gleam,
Its light turns shadows into a gentle dream.
It listens to worries, holds them small,
Turns lonely moments into a call.
It heals, inspires, loves, and stays,
A silver promise for all our days.
Look up, feel it, let your heart swoon,
The Cold Moon’s magic is yours this moon.
The Cold Moon rises, silver and soft, like quiet love.
At 23:14 UTC, 04:44 IST on 5th December,
Its full glow begins—a gentle, shining ember.
Legends say it watches over the longest nights,
Honoring ancestors, dreams, and quiet lights.
Celts bowed, East Asia found clarity,
The Inuit felt warmth in its serenity.
Rivers shimmer, rooftops glow, forests gleam,
Its light turns shadows into a gentle dream.
It listens to worries, holds them small,
Turns lonely moments into a call.
It heals, inspires, loves, and stays,
A silver promise for all our days.
Look up, feel it, let your heart swoon,
The Cold Moon’s magic is yours this moon.





