Juliana Hall - The Snow-Man

What shape is this in cowl of snow?
Stiff broom and icy hat?
A saffron moon, half-hidden, stares —
But what is she staring at?

The knocker dangles on the door
But stark as tree and post
He blankly eyes the bright green paint
Is silent as a ghost

But wait till belfry midnight strike
And up to the stars is tossed
Shrill cockcrow! — then, he’ll gadding go —
And, at his heels, Jack Frost:

Broom over shoulder, away he’ll go
Finger-tips tingling, nose aglow
Dancing and yodelling through the snow
And, at his heels, Jack Frost!