Wednesday, June 24, 2009

JACK FROST IN APRIL

Walked out upon my balcony,
And suddenly I saw there
A thousand diamonds dancing,
Floating as on air.

Suspended as they were
Just above my rail,
Painted there, icy white,
Left by Jack Frost, this very night.

I’d thought he only came to call,
Painting and dancing, in the Fall,
Creating Autumnal artistry,
Splashing here and there,

A silvery, sparkling pattern,
Left upon the wood.
I’d be such an artist
If only I could.
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