I’m excited to have a poem in Cricket Magazine.?It’s one I wrote a number of years ago, back when we had old double-paned windows with bad seals.?Every winter, the hot air from the house would meet the cold air outside and, between the two panes, condense into moisture, freeze into frost particles?and make the most beautiful designs. We finally bit the bullet and replaced all our windows 2 years ago. I don’t miss the draughtiness of the old windows, but I do miss the feather-fine paintings by Jack Frost! Here’s the poem.
It was great to?get my contributor copies–I want to keep submitting poems to magazines in 2013, but it’s hard staying on top of that. So it’s motivating to hold the results in my hands!