
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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