Jack Frost
Joyful this heart a-fluttering,
As the golden drift of soft light
Cascades on hands, laden with ice
Kneading whitened snow into balls,
Frozen like a moonlight’s pearled orb
Releasing its crystal glaze of nights
Only a winter thrill can dare...
So, let Jack Frost swing brightened tunes
To dance on lanes, a- wandering!
12/4/2015
Acrostic: Jack Frost Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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