When the moon hides in the heavens, and witches walk abroad,
the silent silver branches' ghostly glim can't be ignored.
For outside, in the gardens, all is not quite what it seems,
though inside foursquare houses, sleepy people dream their dreams,
Jack Frost flies with chill abandon, his colours stark and bright,
as he adds his touch of magic throughout the livelong night.
Shadows stretch and spread their cloaks before his dancing feet,
then loom and roll towards him as he passes down the street.
The witches zoom in circles, partners in his crazy dance,
but he quells their manic laughter with a single, frosty glance.
Be sure you heed the warning, should you hear your Elders shout -
'Look out, look out, my children when Jack Frost is about!'
Thanks to Magpie Tales for the picture that gave rise to this flight of fancy!