Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Jack Frost

Jack Frost visited last night
and cursed the grass with hoary blight
the flowers frozen in their bower
wilting icily and dour
the doors and every window face
are covered by a rime of lace
and all the landscape frozen, still
preserved in beautous rest untill
the sun comes out to melt away
returning life with light of day

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