October Frost

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 spineMy specialties.See your breath, when I’m about,Speak to me between chattering teeth.I’m Jack Frost:Cold of hand, head and heart.AsContinue reading “October Frost”