Visitor

It crept in with the darkness of night,
Eagerly awaiting the world asleep.

Without a sound its deed was done,
Keeping the secret till dawn.

With merciless glee leaves were smitten,
On bush and tree alike.

Blossoms were crushed one by one,
Left withered and lifeless at once.

Bugs too without night time shelter,
Were turned into twisted shells.

All night it slept quietly with victims,
Smothered by death not caring.

The world awakened to sunlight from sleep,
To death and ruin left behind.

Tho now unseen we do remember,
With a tear and sadness of heart.

How life is the morning after,
Our first visit from Jack Frost.

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