Jack Frost is riding an icicle bicycle
painting the planet throughout this dark night.
Over the rooftops, his journey will take him,
he’s leaving a trail of such brilliant white.
He’s moving so silently, waking up no one,
he’s frosting the windows of cars in the street.
Jack Frost is riding an icicle bicycle,
and he will not rest till his work is complete.
Whitening the hedgerows in one single passing,
he’s glazing the trees with a crystalline sheen.
Jack Frost is riding an icicle bicycle,
he’s never seen, but you’ll know where he’s been.
As published in Buy One, GET One by A B Wyze
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You can listen to A B Wyze’s poetry readings at Beat Radio – the schedule for when A B Wyze is on is accessible HERE. David’s slot is 10.15 to 10.30 each Monday, on the Morning Show – With Ian Griffiths & A B Wyze.
