'cross fields, into gardens it silently crept
left,
blue sky,
white earth
and sandwiched between
a lingering mist to complete the scene
the leaves of autumn which lay on the ground
now frozen, made a crunching sound
and sparkled, in the light, of a brand new day
as the watery sunlight came out to play
hands in pockets to keep them warm
as heavy breath, huge clouds did form
but covered fingers still feel the nip
of "Jack Frost" bitting at their tip
an aeroplane hangs in a "gin clear" sky
it's trail was all that I could spy
clouds of steam from fences rise
the sunrise full, now fills my eyes
...those sleepy heads in warm beds lay
will miss the start of this new day
for the suns rays, the frost won't wait
for those sleepy heads,
it'll be too late
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