Wednesday, 31 December 2014




Jack Frost...


My window is covered in ice
a white blanket engulfs everything
spiky branches silhouette the moon
as a mist can be seen all around
the howling winds swirl about
temperatures have dipped below zero
glistening spider webs span the plants
tiny foot prints across my path way
Jack Frost has been dancing here
he has left his mark for all to see


Its getting colder now as winter is tapping on my door
I remember stories of Jack Frost when I was a kid.

© Lissie Bull 2012

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