Jack Frost
Jack Frost tonight goes on the prowl,
As winters gloom now frosted scowl.
Cold snaps those fingers, when Jack brings,
Kisses on cheeks with frost-bitten stings.
Frozen bones and an ice cold nose
Raw winds bring snow, that's when Jack shows
On frozen panes he carves his name.
Silvering trees, brings our wild acclaim.
Tomorrow get ready, it's much the same.
12/ 2/ 2015.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2015
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