Night Frost

Night frost Last night I wrote a poem in my mind didn`t write it down on paper as it was like a spring flower coming from the darkness of my awareness. All I had to do was to get up in the morning and write my masterpiece down; it didn`t happen there must have been night frost the flower gone? I have struggled to remember it although I`m aware That few if any are going to read it and for me it doesn`t matter I`m perfectly able to enjoy what I write without admiring myself too greatly.