Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Jack Frost

I am called Jack Frost, artist who,

When cold weather does come to pass,

Creates my works of art that do

Be later found on exposed glass.

I take the moisture from the air

And on the glass do spread it out,

So through the night it freezes there,

Leaving art patterns all about.

Fern like the patterns often be,

That glisten like jewels in the light,

Welcoming passersby to see

My masterpiece done overnight.

In early morn you find my yield

That you must scrape from the windshield.