Jack Frost
Jack Frost is a hoary mischievous fellow
A man with a penchant for autumn coloring,
Carrying buckets of paint: red, brown and yellow,
Killing crops and late-blooming flowers with a zing!
Frozen toes and noses are Jack’s big delight.
Racing through towns and fields, he leaves us winter frost.
Once you have met him, you will not forget his bite!
Snow, sleet and ice he brings before the night is lost.
Then you awake to see his art in morn’s first light.
Written 12/3/2015
For the "Acrostic: Jack Frost" contest of Shadow Hamilton
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