Sunday, January 6, 2008

January Thaw

The snowmen are growing back
into snow children,
losing their hats and mittens,
slumping into puddles
like wet-diapered infants,
returning to the egg-
shaped snowball in the child’s hand,
to the wishfulness,
to the upturned face, waiting
for the first snowflake to fall.

1 comment:

Christopher Tassava said...

Beautiful poem. The regular men are waiting for the snowflakes to fall again, too.

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