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This time The Magic of the Frost was written by E. Romney Wheeler. It’s a straightforward poem about elf people. Again, it was prompted by St. Nicholas Magazine in the November 1927 issue.
The Magic of the Frost
E. Romney Wheeler (Age 16)
(Honor Member. Cash Award)
Many fitting shadows
Of a chilly night,
Tiny imps and brownies,
Working till the light.
Tiny elfin paint pots,
Filled with brilliant dye,
Plied by the countless brushes,
While the breezes sigh.
Scores of elfin workers,
Tinting leaves and grass,
Shades of gold and crimson,
Like to burnished brass.
On the chill fall evenings,
These sprites of the night,
Work from dusk to dawn to
Make the landscape bright.
Later in the winter,
In the sleet and rains,
Night-time finds them working
On the window-panes.
When the paling moonlight,
Brights the snowy grass,
Wake and watch these artists,
Painting on the glass.
Wake and hear them whisper
Each unto those near:
“Hurry brothers, hurry,
Lest sunrise find us here.”
