The Snow Man

My Friend Snowman

Snowman!
I wanted to live like you,
rounded in shape, yet cool in reason.
Pure and clean like freshly fallen snow,
and still, a gentle snowman.

Eyes, nose, mouth—just placed there simply,
yet somehow whole and charming, like you snowman!

Wherever you were set to stand,
even the deep, dark night grew bright.
To the snowman who never feels the cold,
I wrap a scarf and slip on gloves.

“Are you warm enough?” I ask you softly,
rubbing my hands together, for I am cold.

When the snow falls thick and fast,
the snowman looks all the lovelier.
I let every flake fall upon me too,
until I myself became a snowman.

My midwinter friend, made by my hands—
may you never melt…
may you stay by my side forever.
I think of this even as I fall asleep.

On a day when white snow pours from the sky,
I make a snowman,
stand beside him for a photograph,
and even now, I long to do just that.

*This is my own painting *