Old Jack Frost

Written by: Owen Yeates

I never saw him in November
Now he’s here with a vengeance in December
Scattering his white cloak all around
On trees, bushes and all along the ground 

Only spider’s webs could look so good
Like a string vest stretched across the wood
Dreaded wind so cold upon my face
Just see my breath escape to the cold space
Across the branches his icy fingers spread 
Catching every twig in white laden like lead
Kicking winter harshly into view
For each and every one including you
Reaching temperatures that are so low
Obviously to keep warm walk fast no slow
So he is here and slips and falls
Trouble people big and small

I'll be thankful when he’s gone
I know I won’t be the only one
So old jack frost will leave us soon
Spring will come and be a boon