Jack frost had paid a call,
The morn was all a-glitter.
Icicles dangled from frozen gutters,
The day was cold and bitter.

Greetings of "good morning "
Came from here and there
As the hardy left their houses,
To face the freezing air.

I heard familiar sounds
Echoing around our street,
Neighbours scraping windscreens
And stamping frozen feet.

Clouds of exhaled breath
Rose up to the sky,
As if ghostly, silent steam trains
Were slowly drifting by.

The sound of engines running,
As people warmed their cars.
It was the communal defrost,
Beneath early morning stars.

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