Unwelcome visitor

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.

7 thoughts on “Unwelcome visitor”

  1. Although I scraped a thin layer of ice off my windshield Thursday, the stuff here seems to have been left unscathed for the most part. Nature is unceasing for sure!! Your flowers were gorgeous, hope they come back sevenfold very soon.


  2. Oh no!
    Life is fragile. We are vulnerable because we do not know what the future holds.
    Brings the Four Quartets to mind —

    If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges
    White again, in May, with voluptuous sweetness,
    It would be the same at the end of the journey,
    If you came at night like a broken king.


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