Night frost
  

Last night I wrote a poem in my mind
didn't write it down on paper as it was like a spring flower
coming from the darkness of my awareness.
All I had to do was to get up in the morning and
write my masterpiece down; it didn't happen there
must have been night frost the flower gone?
I have struggled to remember it although I'm aware
That few if any are going to read it and for me it
doesn't matter I'm perfectly able to enjoy what
I write without admiring myself too greatly.