Once the cold weather starts, inevitably, I think of Jack Frost and the old cartoons depicting the old man with long frosty fingers, so I wrote him a poem.

Jack Frost

Jack Frost all dressed in white

evil fingers freezing the land.

Dark winter, time has stopped.

On the land, hell just froze.

***

A prayer broke the mountain ice

A ray of light appeared above.

The host’s descent cold evil melts.

The land is thawed, is free once more.