Sparkles, dances, and paints
no way considered saints
Darkness descends over the land
winds of change aren't planned.
No one sees you, you are invisible
A giant or a nymph inquisible
Windows, windshields, and plants
decorated in white swirl rants.
Nature dresses the world in mysterious ways.
A brilliant light show ends our day.
Awaking to a frozen sight
for pity's sake the cold bites.
Jokul Frosti isn't a quack.
Jokul was anglicized to Jack
a folklore for the long dark nights
to survive the winter delights.
Cold and magic in the air
causes one to stop and glare.
Bites our toes, and stings our nose.
That's the way winter goes.
Jokul Frosti or Jack Frost,
winter has its magical cost.
Enjoy the frost when it's here
and be grateful for another year.
About the Creator
Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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