I love this picturesque poem featuring one of our favorite guys around this time of year— Jack Frost! It is by Betty Lincoln Litch, who was just 15 in 1927 when this was published. She won a silver badge in The St. Nicholas League for this.
The Magic of the Frost
By Betty Lincoln Litch (Age 15)
Last evening I lay sleeping,
When out of the mist there came
A little stranger, creeping,
And “Jack Frost” was his name.
He took his paints and brushes,
And on the window drew
Tall trees, and sweeping rushes,
Each lifelike to the view.
He crept into the garden,
And for each flower made
A coast of shining silver,
And a glittering leafy blade.