Winter had come over night.
It was early in the morning,
So the sun was young,
And only just beginning
To spread its warmth
And shadows 
Across the snow.
Many years before 
A wise hand
Had strung a lantern
From a dead tree branch.
Where the sun touched it,
The internal patches of ice
Began to condense 
Into droplets of water.

© Text Caro Ness 2016