Frost on the glass
Creates patterns that blast
Away fears from the day.
Peeking through Jack Frost’s
Gifts given in the night
Seeing land so clean and bright.
It’s quiet because people
Move carefully, clearly
Fearing a misstep.
Their fear makes them polite.
Superstition takes them to
New heights.
By Cassandrar Oleande
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