Jack Frost

He doesn’t visit me anymore.
When I was a child I would see
his traces on my windows.
Snail trails and
spider webs glistened with
frozen dewdrop diamonds.
More time spent in the car
while windscreen wipers attempted
to clear Jack Frost drawings from car.

I learnt the ways of smoke rings
and I don’t smoke.
I knew when Jack Frost visited
the day was going to be beautiful.
Why don’t you visit anymore Jack Frost?

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