Frost's Wintery Escapade....

Early morning chill in the air Jack the Frost with ice in his hair Sliding along on his slippered feet upon trails left from his whispered heat Singing so lightly his winter tune hoping ice remnants will last until noon Knowing that soon the icicles will stay just a dingaling instrument along his way Keeping tune with the wind chimes swaying tall grasses in pantomime Basso is felt from wind blown branches winters song music will always entrans' us As beautiful the melody,as ice crystals fall caution,be steady,avoiding Frost's snowy walls......