Hand Print on the Window Pane

I watched it appear 

It was a strange sight indeed. 

The hand print on the window pane.

It was there one minute 

Then gone the next. 

It scared me to pieces. 

I had been knitting in my rocker

Just minding my own business.

When out of the blue 

There was a tapping 

On the window pane. 

At first I paid no attention, 

But it didn't seem to stop.

When I finally looked up 

I jumped a little from shock. 

I could very clearly see it, 

The shape of a hand print

On my frost covered window.

I looked down at my knitting 

Then looked again at the window. 

But there was no hand print on the pane. 

I must have imagined it, I thought. 

Though I am sure I did not.  

By Evelyn Creon