There’s an etching in the frost
of saddened girl and boy.
Their minds are deeply lost
in a goodbye kiss enjoyed.

There’s an etching in the frost
of a single lonely girl.
Her hair is up and tossed
with a ribbon and a curl.

There’s an etching in the frost
of an angel in the snow.
It’s wings are slightly glossed
but eyes are never shown.

There’s an etching in the frost
of a snow white winter’s day.
The car is on defrost
and the etchings melt away.