Left the house this morning before six; Stopped to photograph the hoarfrost Beneath the street lights glowing thick... White, silver, black before it all was lost.
The headlights caught a snow-like fall, Frost slanting north before a southern breeze, And I was all alone in wonderland to see it all; I turned inside a splendor-dome of trees.
The camera tried to focus, battling light and dark; No sun to give some depth against the night. I felt my fingers growing numb and left the park, Hoping at least one snapshot would look right.
The morning breeze then stirred, "Enough!" Revealing golden warmth, arrived the sun; Shivering trees their silver jackets sloughed, And I, to work because the day'd begun.