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