by~ Eric Kincaid
Jack Frost~ Author Unknown
A pretty brook was running at play
With little Jack frost on a cold Winter's day.
It stopped to rest at the foot of a hill
Making a pond all quiet and still.
"Aha!" Said jack Frost, "Now isn't that nice?"
And quickly he turned the water to ice.
To most, Winter begins December 22, but to me it begins as soon as the winds turn cold, blowing snow and ice across the land. I like to go by how the Earth feels, not what a calender says or where the sun is. Just like to me, Spring doesn't start on a certain day, but when my Tulips star to sprout from the cold, hard Earth.
There are many Winter Spirits and Jack Frost is one of them. He blows his icy breath across the barren land, freezing everything in it's path. I love the way his breath glistens when it freezes on windows, like millions of tiny diamonds spread across the glass. Jack might be cold and harsh, but I see the beauty in his frozen lands.
Happy Winter to all, V.
Picture and more info on Jack Frost found here.