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I saw the frost come sneaking in
On a mist of snow dust in the wind
At first it seemed like a midnight fog
As it blurred the horizons in a dreamlike way

Crystalline snowflakes hard to see
Unless you passed under street lamps
And looking up saw occasional bits of glitter
In the way of a river flowing past overhead

As I walked I noticed the clinging on the trees
As their internal temperatures slowly descended
At first in a sheathing of melt then freezing
Over time painting tree limbs in hoar frost