An Autumn Frost

Little Jack Frost

Little Jack Frost went up the hill, Watching the stars and the moon so still;

Watching the stars and the moon so bright, And laughing alone with all his might.

Little Jack Frost ran down the hill, Late in the night when the winds were still;

Late in the fall when the leaves fell down, Red and yellow and faded brown.

~Anonymous

“Late in the night when the winds were still…” I love that line.

Late last night, after a blustery day, the winds were still and when I awoke this morning the fields were stiffly silver while fantastic ice ferns were etched on our glass window panes.

Jack Frost was playing under a starry sky.

Poetry has always been a favorite of mine. And this is such a cute little poem. So fun to read aloud! The metrical cadences and choice of words make it pleasantly appealing. My little sister actually was the one who shared it with me (hence how it came to be on this blog). She read it to me the other day from her Spelling Reader, an old out-of-print book my mom downloaded (love all the choices that are out there now for homeschooling curriculum!). And I thought, how appropriate for the season. 🙂

The leaves are falling; carpets of red and yellow and faded brown flower under a silvery frost. There is beauty in every season. One simply has to stop looking and see it.

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