Mr. Frost

w c

Mr. Frost

 

“Mr. Frost” he said

“Is your name Robert or Jack?”

And with beautiful words

I was cold in my attack:

 

Surely you know

I’m the word-smith gifted

Words come in a blizzard

As flour when it’s sifted

 

I tend to rhythm and rhyme

And write of times in winter

I give of myself

In the nights of December

 

If I were an owl

I would be a snowy

With a great turn of my head

And words good and flowing

 

Exactly who I am

Is open to debate

I write when I can

On cold December days

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2018 11:10
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write w c. Why is Mr Frost always named Jack? lol.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. I'm not sure as to why he is Jack Frost?? lol

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write wc, I enjoy those frosty days, I also enjoy the other Frost:
      "I shall be telling this with a sigh
      Somewhere ages and ages hence:
      Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
      I took the one less traveled by,
      And that has made all the difference."

      • w c

        Thanks, Goldfinch. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. It's always nice to know a fan of frost.



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