Jack Frost

I look like pure ice, my skin sparkles in the sun and shimmers like the snow. I touch a tree and slowly frost begins to engulf its dead branches, as it shimmers like glitter. I feel eyes on me and I turn my eyes to see you standing on the sidewalk at a distance. You look shocked and dazed, I start to wonder in surprise if you are staring at me. I walk, almost glide, over to you Can...Can you see me? I ask, an expression of shock as your eyes never leave me