There were only shadows and silhouettes when the little sprite-like
one awoke from his long, extended nap. The seasons had changed
while he slept and he looked around, not seeing his special ‘touch’
upon the land yet. He stretched his arms out and shrugged his thin
shoulders, shaking out his stiff joints, while wrapping his coat closely
The elfin man crept out from under the bridge, ready to dip his toes
into the chilly stream. He shivered with excitement and knowing it
As the water changed from moving sluggishly, freezing into a sheet of
ice, he tiptoed up the bank and left his tiny, crystalline footprints behind.
He hopped over the rock that led to the grass and he slowed.
He took one big breath IN! His lungs burned with the extremely brittle air.
He let one foggy (water vapored) breath OUT!
He prepared himself.
He took his hand from under his woolen blanket jacket and raising it
high above his sweet head, he waved it in a circular fashion.
From the end of his fingertips, little droplets flung through the air,
slowly drifting downwards. This gave them the appearance of a flour
sifter delicately releasing sprinkles of powdered sugar.
The icy landing and covering of each blade of grass transformed them
into miniature, stalagmite soldiers standing stiffly in formation. They
were holding their posts and guarding the night.
He grinned, his face all pink with its color returned. He hurried and
scampered up to the top of the highest evergreen now. He was ready
for the Grand Finale of his mighty annual performance.
Jack Frost released his magical powers upon his surroundings. Ever
widening the circle of his reach, he spread glistening, sparkling diamonds
over the branches of the trees.
J. F. gazed and spied the undecorated eaves and cornices of the houses
and cottages. He pointed and spread a layer of lacy icing over them,
creating a look as if bewitched gingerbread houses. He allowed this
brilliantly white frosting to drip in a beautiful way into icicles.
Dainty, dancing snowflakes began to fall from the dark, majestic
midnight blue sky.
The moon yawned and closed his eyes while the shining stars twinkled
ever so brightly.
In the stillness of that
a crisp, crackling frozen moment lingered and left its impression of
Jack Frost pulled his knit cap over his ears and whispered,
“Be of good cheer.”
Postscript: my friend, Brenda, the creator and author of
inspired me with a post with crystalline branches in her
photograph of a tree. This was the “crystal” that led to my
writing this fairy tale! Thanks, Brenda!