Friday, January 16, 2009
I've Missed You Jack
I’ve missed you Jack,
and your nightly visits
when air is crisp
and cold assaults us.
I’ve missed you Jack,
leaving your bouquets
of leaves and petals
on window panes.
I’ve missed you Jack,
youth spent searching
for your presence
in morning light.
I’ve missed you Jack,
crystalline paintings
shielding us from
the days harshness.
I’ve missed you Jack,
giving us space
to sign our names
with chilled fingertips.
I’ve missed you Jack,
insulation preventing
you artistic license, till now
Welcome home Jack Frost,
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Amazing what crytalizing ice will take form as. Almost like a painting from Mother Nature ... or in this case, Mr Frost
ReplyDeleteSuper post Cheryl !
Merci Eric, tis been a chilly -30 to -40 here this week and the front door has been painted by Mr Jack making me miss those days of ole :) Cheryl
ReplyDeleteI love seeing the designs that are created by frost on different surfaces. especially glass, with a sunrise behind it.
ReplyDeleteJack was up here visiting for awhile..:)
ReplyDeleteHmmmmm... we’ve only had some glimpses/sightings of Jack this winter (here in Birmingham). I have enjoyed the way you’ve personified Jack in this poem, Cheryl. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteSo true Eric, sunrise is the perfect backdrop to see all the patterns, makes you ponder how and why? Cheryl
ReplyDeleteAaaahhhhh confused, enjoyed the deep freeze? Jack does make his presence known eh :) Cheryl
ReplyDeleteThank you Cath, such wonderful memories as a munchkin and in a way was happy to see him return. He's something todays kids may not ever see, crossing fingers they will :) Cheryl
ReplyDeleteHello..I was interested when I saw your blog title on another blog. I blog about our pond in western NY... These are wonderful posts... Michelle
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my pond. Our pond is shared more than just my house and we all face the woods. I would love to buy up all the land and have it to myself. I have added you to my blog roll. Us pondering ponders have to stick together.. Michelle..
ReplyDeleteMichelle, thanks so much for hopping by :) Your Blog is wonderful and have added you as well Fellow Ponderer :D Cheryl
ReplyDeleteAhhh...names drawn in the frost with cold little fingers...
ReplyDeleteOne of the lost joys of being a munchkin Braja :) Cheryl
ReplyDeleteWho's Jack? *Grins*
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