First,
A Foot of Snow;
And Now,
The Bitter, Arctic Cold.
“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul,
And paints his own nature into his pictures.”
Henry Ward Beecher
An artist came a callin last night
While everyone here was sleepin
I thought I heard the crafty rascal
At our windowpane silently creepin
My vigilant dogs must have sensed him
Because they acted awful fidgety all night
And when I crawled out of bed this mornin
My cats were admiring his work with delight
After I brewed my pot of aromatic coffee
I sat in my kitchen window, admiring it too
This artist really knows how to paint a picture
He uses bright sparkling hues of silver and blue
Trees, bushes, and windows are his canvas
His winter artistry is extremely meticulous
His work is truly both stunning and serene
Nothing he ever paints ever looks ridiculous
And as I gazed out at his truly fine artistic work
I suddenly realized that he hadn’t visited in awhile
I just kept staring at it, appreciating his artistic style
But my dogs kept pestering, and soon, I lost my smile
My five anxious mutts seemed to be in a big hurry today
Their need to heed the Call of Nature was extremely plain
And as we stepped out to a bone chilling blast of arctic air
I realized that like many an artist, Jack Frost is truly insane
And now, the T.V. weatherman says,
It’ll be going down to about 20 Below;
Although I really admire old Jack’s work,
I think I’d rather have another foot of snow.
©2009, A Frost Bitten Mr. Ed
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