Poem by Helen B. Davis

"Jack Frost"

Someone painted pictures on my

Windowpane last night --

Willow trees with trailing boughs

And flowers, frosty white,

 

And lovely crystal butterflies;

But when the morning sun

Touched them with its golden beams,

They vanished one by one.


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