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Source written for Revision Library (original, copyright-free). Original poem created for 11+ comprehension practice.
While sleepers dream and no one sees,
Frost creeps across the sleeping ground,
It climbs the fences, finds the trees,
And works its craft without a sound.
It finds a web strung thin and grey
And turns each thread to silver lace,
It falls upon the grass like spray,
A thousand jewels in one small space.
The garden gate, the water butt,
The washing line, the broken swing,
Are wrapped in white and gently shut
Inside a hush frost seems to bring.
Then suddenly the sky turns gold,
The sun climbs slowly up the hill,
And frost, that quiet, patient cold,
Begins at last to melt and spill.
It slides from every blade and thread,
It drips from fence and gate and door,
The silver jewels it had spread
Sink back into the earth once more.
By breakfast time the frost has fled,
As though it never touched the ground,
No trace remains of silver thread,
No proof that such a night was found.