Jack Frost travels far and wide,
covers the world in a single stride,
following the morning tide.
Jack Frost turns the world to white,
heralds the winter's come at night,
heralds its cold and gripping might.
Jack Frost nips at nose and ear,
dries the eyes and makes them tear,
but still is kids' happiest time of year.
Sunlight bright, Jack's delight,
it will melt him though...
clouds and snow, to hide he'll go,
Jack Frost creates a landscape scene,
softening all that was ever mean,
as if transferred from a white dream.
Jack Frost obscures window panes,
on houses, cars, and moving trains,
making driving cars almost insane.
And so it goes, when Jack Frost is done,
and we see the bitter winter sun,
we know we're in for winter's run.
Copyright 2009 © Ronald W. Hull
3rd POV
Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing from the Guardians, he refused to believe it. It had been a year since defeating Pitch and joining the merry band of guardians; something he regrets very much now.
"You're joking right?" He asked for the umpteenth time.
Aster groaned and felt his hair thin patience to snap. "Bloody hell, Frostbite! What is so hard to understand about this? Every year between the transition of autumn and winter we hold a meeting with all of the spirits in the world. As a Guardian now it is mandatory for you to attend." He snapped out exasperated, Sandy, Tooth and North had already explained it to him.
"I know this! I know about the meeting's 'Roo but have you ever wondered exactly why I never attend them?" Jack snapped back, refusing to back down. He could tell from Aster's reaction alone that no– no, they never wondered.
"Why didn't you Sweet Tooth?" Tooth asked soothly, pushing her way between Jack and Aster.
Jack frowned and looked away, "the spirits of the world don't take too kindly to me being a winter spirit and all. Autumn doesn't mind me because I help her paint the leaves, she understands my season. Tulip Springs downright loathes me because I kill everything in her opinion and Blaze Summer and I cannot be in the same place without attacking being polar opposites and all. That's just the Elemental spirits too; the others don't like me either for some reason." Jack said shrugging stunning the Guardians in their place. Oh he knew why the other spirits hated him, there were many reasons.
Because of his season and what he represents – according to them it's just death and cold. Because Tulip had spread vicious lies about him and the rest is because of various pranks over the years. He lied to the Guardians to some degree; he gets along with the Norse gods and the Native American Spirits.
With a deep sigh he looked back up at his friends. "I'll go, but please just don't expect me to join in. I'll be in the rafters and don't let anyone know, I'd like to keep the workshop in one piece." With that he left.
~XxX~
That was how he found himself sitting in the shadows of the rafters looking down the meeting-slash-party below him in a large room in the workshop he had never been in before instead of painting the leaves with Autumn. The Guardians kept to their word and didn't mention that Jack was there and so far no one has asked his whereabouts.
