1.12

A Jack Frost face gazes from

the frozen water fall. Black eyes,

bulbous nose and slash mouth

peering somberly, soberly at

we who pass by.

He will stay the while in his frozen

world, a king of hoarfrost and

mist, ‘till spring turn his hair spikes

liquid and eases our thoughts

into air.

O king of night and winter, please

hear our ice’n calling, believe our

frigid glances as honor to

your name.

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