A patch of frost
is rudely unsettled from its slumber, as
a well coated man scrubs
the windscreen of his car.
A carpet
of morning sparkle covers all
that is bare and has braved the
night.
The wide blue sky looks warm but feels so cold
as low flying sun-rays glare through
buildings and across rooftops.
An elderly woman
with an eye for a bargain
carefully treads past,
she breaks an icy expression to send a smile.

It's true that Christmas time has begun.