Look out, look out, Jack Frost is about.

Look out, look out, Jack Frost is about.

I awoke this morning to the first frost of the season, covering my garden. What a beautiful and magical sight to behold. It is only two days ago since I spoke to my five-year-old grandson, about Jack Frost. We were walking to school and as always I used the opportunity to teach him about nature. It was a nice sunny day, despite being at the end of October, however, I guessed it wouldn’t be too long before the first frost of the season, spread its glistening beauty around us, like a fine lace blanket.

During our conversation, Leo enquired as to who Jack Frost was? I vaguely remembered seeing images of this mythological character in my poetry and story books as a child. So I explained in the best way possible, how as a child I imagined him to be a pretend person made of frost and ice who was responsible for the fine coating of frost that shimmered in the morning light.

As we walked on, I recited the following poem, which as a child, fascinated me and fed my imagination.

Jack Frost
By C.E. Pike

Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!|
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.
He’ll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake.
To windows, he’ll creep
And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.
Across the grass
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go
And laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.

So my friends, snuggle tightly under your blankets and duvets. Grab a good book and savour this wonderful autumn season. For me, it is a time of inspiration, so please excuse me, I’m off to write a poem.