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
has set in around our town.
So Jack Frost has been busy with,
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.