Frosted By Jack

As I fall asleep the delicate icy fingers legato up and down following the flowing countryside laying the crystal masterpiece a winter’s virtuoso with the shortening days and abundant harvest inside Awaking and shivering again I do wonder will I ever catch the lacy hoar frost in the act seems far away like the dreams of summer for wet days drown out the intricate icy track and the tickling ivory is overtaken by the light snow I’ve never seen a leaf changing or caught Jack playing