Frost

From my windshield this morning:





When I was a little kid, a 3rd-grader, I believe, I had the part of Jack Frost in some play we did. Mom cut a white pillowcase into strips and taped them to my nose and ears (icicles, y’know?). I can still remember my lines:

Jack the Nipper is my name
Or Jackie Frost ... it’s all the same
I nip buds here, I nip buds there
Just when the springtime seems most fair.

And I made little arm movements as I spoke, as if I were actually zapping the buds with frost.

And frost is kinda cool ’cause it means the sky is clear.