poem oo2 ❀
[ Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Can you hear that?
It's the unmistakable sound of a pair of small brown boots walking merrily through the snow, his steps light and regular as though he's thoroughly enjoying himself. There's silence for a short while, as though he hasn't noticed that he's knocked the Forge on, but then: ]
With pointed feet,
And pointed ears,
He dances on the breeze,
Draws patterns on the windowpane,
And chills around the knees;
A handful here,
A handful there,
He paints the trees in white,
And tucks the earth in happily,
With blankets cold and light;
Jack Frost! You come,
Jack Frost! You go,
Our merry winter friend,
Who brings us frozen artistry,
To mark the season's end.
[ His voice is soft and distant. Perhaps the Forge is sitting in his pocket. Perhaps it's in his backpack with his pipe. The only thing to be certain of is that it's definitely Snufkin, he's definitely in a good mood, and he's not put off at all by the heavy winter snowfall. Like this, it's impossible for Anatole to be considered anything other than beautiful. ]
Can you hear that?
It's the unmistakable sound of a pair of small brown boots walking merrily through the snow, his steps light and regular as though he's thoroughly enjoying himself. There's silence for a short while, as though he hasn't noticed that he's knocked the Forge on, but then: ]
With pointed feet,
And pointed ears,
He dances on the breeze,
Draws patterns on the windowpane,
And chills around the knees;
A handful here,
A handful there,
He paints the trees in white,
And tucks the earth in happily,
With blankets cold and light;
Jack Frost! You come,
Jack Frost! You go,
Our merry winter friend,
Who brings us frozen artistry,
To mark the season's end.
[ His voice is soft and distant. Perhaps the Forge is sitting in his pocket. Perhaps it's in his backpack with his pipe. The only thing to be certain of is that it's definitely Snufkin, he's definitely in a good mood, and he's not put off at all by the heavy winter snowfall. Like this, it's impossible for Anatole to be considered anything other than beautiful. ]