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Jack Frost
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Helen Bayley Davis


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Someone painted pictures on my
    Windowpane last night —
Willow trees with trailing boughs
    And flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies;
    But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
    They vanished one by one!

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Helen Bayley Davis lived in Baltimore, Maryland and was the author of at least eight collections of poetry. We've been unable to find complete biographical information on Helen. If you have additional details on her life or work, please contact us; we would love to know more about this talented and prolific poet.


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69Dorcas:
One blizzard here in NYC many, many years ago, such a frost appeared on one of our windowpanes. It looked like "Bambi" - I could not resist snapping a photo. Lo and behold upon entering in a photo slide competition in my Camera Club, I won an "Honorable Mention." Thank you for the remembrance.
Posted 12/08/2011 04:52 PM
Donna Pflueger:
I had never read this poem before and I am so glad to be left with that perfect image on the windowpane. I will never look at a frosted window in the same way - ever again -thanks!
Posted 12/07/2011 08:04 PM


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