Jack Frost

The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But penciled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.

-Gabriel Setoun, Jack Frost

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Special Thanks
Special Thanks to Town & Country Gardens Contributors:
bulabean, dive-angel (Karin)
Jasmine&Roses, Susan/CC 2.0, Rita Crane Photography, Rita Crane, daughter of LIFE magazine photographer Ralph Crane. Her work can be seen on Flickr at Rita Crane Photography or on her website.
TMR Davies, W.D. Williams, Wikipedia

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