Woke up this morning,
outside I beheld
a wonderful sight.
Jack Frost had been around
and everything was white.
It might have been cold,
but I didn’t care.
You could see your breath
freezing in the morning air.
Out came the scraper
to get the frost of the car,
still it was a wonderful sight
seeing Jack Frost’s handy work
and everything white.
It's the frozen fingers and toes that I hate most. Although I was brought up with Jack Frost on the inside of the windows, let alone outside! ! ! ! ! ! ! Bbrrrrhhhhh! ! ! ! ! This sort of weather is a great inspiration for the poet. ovely scenery to write about and picture with words. May you have a superb Christmas and loads of blessings in the New Year. Love and hugs to Vera. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Had that very same morning.....warmed enough to melt the snow and old Jacky had to come along and leave his mark...it was beautiful though...: O)