poetry friday

Jack Frost
by Helen Bayley Davis

frosty window from auntshoe dot blogspot dot comSomeone painted pictures on my
Windowpane last night —
Willow trees with trailing boughs
And flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies;
But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
They vanished one by one!

Five vintage Christmas stories coming up on Monday! Stay warm, everybody!