In Search of Jack Frost
Jack Frost decorates the woodlands each year,
For traditional festive history,
In shades of silver and twinkling white,
His reasons steeped in mystery,
Shiny spider webs like garlands of lace,
Adorn the churchyard fence,
A place fit to welcome our baby King,
Or for souls seeking recompense,
I tracked his footprints in the white crunchy field,
Until strangely further on there were none,
He must have vanished with the onset of dawn,
And the unbearable warmth of the sun,
He showed his anger in the hungry birds,
In the leaves that darkened the skies,
Yet they defied him dancing in the wind,
While falling to a watery demise,
His breath I felt ...that icy breeze,
In this snowy Winter dream,
As I stumbled and slipped on the frozen pond,
I heard his giggles in the gurgling stream,
Tip toeing home now to light the fire,
I'm sure Jack gloats with glee,
I did'nt find him in person today,
But I'm frozen...he surely found me.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
As a child I looked for Jack Frost with my parents so this is in Christmas remembrance.
Comments (19)
I did'nt find him in person today,
But I'm frozen...he surely found me.
Enjoyed your poem Mizzy, Jack Frost found me tonight, I just came in from walking my dog, and it is freezing tonight.
I like the different moods of this "Frosty" piece!
Really good work buddy!
Robert
Stay warm ! Mick.
I'll text ya fi dolla !
Stay warm Mike!!
Kathy
Regards Mick.
Ru
Stay inside in the heat.
Regards Mick.
Keep 'er lit.
Regards Mick.
Regards Mick.