October Frost

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Well it’s about time.
I stretch and yawn frosty breath upon the dawn.
Summer’s heat has left the fields,
September at its end.
October welcomes frosty ground and white tipped grass;
My personal hello.

Nip at your nose and shivers up your spine
My specialties.
See your breath, when I’m about,
Speak to me between chattering teeth.
I’m Jack Frost:
Cold of hand, head and heart.

As the orange glow of Autumn begins,
The calendar says ‘O’.
It is my time to rise and give crunch to fallen leaves,
In the dim light of morning glow.
The cool wind of October blows
Through ripe apple leaves and pumpkin fields.

So welcome me in October.
The month I enter in.
To frost the tips of berries still on the vine,
White outline on window panes,
Precursor of snowy days.
It’s October. Jack’s Home!

This was for a dVerse prompt:

1) Serve up a pumpkin as the main dish (literally or metaphorically) or as a side.

2) Adopt a persona and write in the first person voice of a regional folklore character (e.g., Baba Yaga, Tam Lin, or Ichabod Crane) or fairy tale character (Rumplestilskin or Cinderella).

or

3) Help us see, smell, hear and feel October in your poetic lines, grilled over the fire of memory and imagination.

I went with 2 with a dash of 3. Jack Frost, who I found out does not have definite origin or singular first story or fairy tale. He just kind of evolved and is hero or villain based on creator’s whim. Hope you enjoyed reading!

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C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

6 thoughts on “October Frost”

  3. I stretch and yawn frosty breath upon the dawn.
    Summer’s heat has left the fields,
    September at its end.

    How adeptly these lines set the tone and introduce us to Jack Frost’s voice. What a character, lovin’ what he does though he self-describes as “Cold of hand, head and heart”! But he bids us make him welcome, and how can we not, when he colors the world and breathes the chill that makes October what it is. I particularly loved these lines as well, Stew:

    It is my time to rise and give crunch to fallen leaves,
    In the dim light of morning glow.
    The cool wind of October blows
    Through ripe apple leaves and pumpkin fields.

    I enjoyed this poem very much indeed.

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  5. Your poem spoke to me, Stew, and I look forward to the time when ‘I stretch and yawn frosty breath upon the dawn’. You brought Jack Frost to life in this poem. I especially love these lines:

    ‘As the orange glow of Autumn begins,The calendar says ‘O’.It is my time to rise and give crunch to fallen leaves,In the dim light of morning glow.’

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