Snowman

 

Stone cold proof
for the need of creation,
silent sentinel
of something sacred,
birthed by clumsy young hands.
 
Rising triumphant,
totem of the season’s mischief,
destined to melt
into the blooming Spring.
 
Made human
with patchwork features,
almonds and bruised carrot end face,
soggy stick limbs claim victory
over freeze anonymity.
 
Never again another snow pile
but a life,
fleeting like ours,
destined for the storm drain
or brown grass,
and leaving us with its joy.