Jack Frost

Jack Frost

By C.E. Pike

Look out! Look out!

Jack Frost is about!

He’s after our fingers and toes;

And all through the night,

The happy little sprite

Is working where nobody knows.

He’ll climb each tree,

So nimble is he,

His silvery powder he’ll shake.

To windows he’ll creep

And while we’re asleep

Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.

Across the grass

He’ll merrily pass,

And change all its greenness to white.

Then home he will go

And laugh ho, ho ho!

What fun I have had in the night.

The last couple of nights

fog

has set in around our town.

So Jack Frost has been busy with,

Horefrost

that's the white ice crystals, loosely deposited on the ground or exposed objects,

that form on cold clear nights when heat losses into the open skies

cause objects to become

colder than the surrounding air.

I just think it is beautiful.

Smile and Remember;

We're fools whether we dance of not, so we might as well dance.