Eyes wide,
Mouths agape,
Jack Frost spreads,
His wintery cape.

The darkness arrives,
Much too soon,
Summoning the stars,
And the silvery moon.

The fir trees they quiver,
And shiver and shake,
Circles of blade marks,
On the town's icy lake.

The chill welcomes all,
With a bitter embrace,
As the crisp, white snowflakes,
Announce their latest race.

Now the sun is arising,
Larks sing their song,
The night may have vanished,
But the day is not long…

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