We turned the lights out
in the front room
so we would be able to see
out into the night.
The sun set a bit
earlier than yesterday,
since its leaving
the frost has been spider-webbing
across the front window,
obscuring our view
as it melds with the heat
from our breath to further
crystalize the pane,
adding fractals
to distort the snowy reflection
of a street light’s glow.
The walk is covered in white,
but we watch, and wait.
for Margo Roby’s prompt for a “winter” poem
Awakened Words 
Your title gives us the essence of winter: waiting for warmth, for renaissance, to start living again. The vividness of your word picture is surprising, given that we are at mid-summer!
I like the idea of the window pane that separates the speaker from outside, making it the focus[?] between here and there.
“adding fractals” Oh, I like that.