JACK FROST
The moon sits loftily in its silvery abode
And beams down on Jack Frost’s landscape.
Tiny, scuttling creatures of the night seek refuge to await the dawn.
A discarded beer can sticks to where it was dropped
And becomes their night-time shelter.
An empty crisp packet flutters near the ground and tries to choose its final resting place
Knowing that once it stops, it becomes one with the unforgiving ground.
It stops and a glittering, brilliant silence reigns as the moon beams down
And Jack Frost continues his winter-time mission.
About the Creator
Jan Harrison
I have dabbled in creative writing most of my life and I especially love alliteration and play on words. I've had one childrens' short story published and had many articles published as a Handwriting Analyst. Enjoy writing ditties/poems.
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