Date Written: January 2015
Cold wind.
Icy fire.
Rolls of thunder.
Scarred soil.
Yellow-white flashes.
Fluffy clouds,
Turn to grey clouds,
Then black clouds,
Dark clouds,
All gone.
Pitter-patter,
Pitter-patter,
Sounds the rain.
Rumble Rumble,
Rumble Rumble,
Sounds the Earthquake.
Cricket cricket,
Chirp chirp,
Sounds the night.
Silence Silence,
Silence Silence,
sounds the icy fright.
Ol’ jack-O-Lantern is gone,
eaten in the form of pie
only to return again
in spirit as a tiny crystal
unique in every way it meets the eye.
Always quiet and watching by your window frame
Your sad pleas by the warm fire
The water escaping from your face
You’re all snuggled in blankets of comfort
Alone for another long night
Ol’ Jack sees you
He feels your pain
He understands you
But is too afraid to go sit and stay
So away he turns
Mr. Jack Frost leaves in the
Cold wind
Icy fire
While falling down silently in the ever moody clouds,
He thinks of your face
And the wetness surrounding your eyes.
And every time he lands on your windowsill,
Your body changes shape
Growing older and older
Until the last long night strolls on by.
Soon you leave
You leave Jack be
All alone again
He is free from the burden we humans never bare to see
A snowflake
Your snowflake
Your little friend you never fully see.
Even when “death do us part”
Jack Frost will forever be a
Snowflake