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Tumbleweed snowman
by Mary Ellen Smith
A warm Santa Ana wind lifts your shallow root.
Left dry and parched from a long hot summer,
You tumble.
Across the open field where you were born.
You roll delirious, the wind in your thistles and thorn.
Across treacherous highways, unaware of danger you flee. Free.
Tossed by the wind, pardoned from that lonesome field, others tumble alongside.
Caught up, exhilarated.
Traveling with you, the wind making a warm song among you,
Tumble, tumble, tumbling.
Summer, long forgotten and forgiven gives you away.
Presses you into the chain links of a cold high fence,
In the City of Angels.
Tumbleweed, you gathered no snow.
But in threes, gathered together, the angels make you into a snowman.
Your thorns painted whiteÂ…and your smile just so.
With a hat and a scarf and a long carrot nose.
12/20/2002 Author's Note: I see these tumbleweeds put to good use as a snowman greeter from time to time.
Posted on 12/21/2002
Copyright © 2025 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/22/02 at 09:26 PM Fun poem M.E. is a good word picture....Charlie |
| Posted by JD Clay on 12/24/02 at 04:04 AM Very imaginative work ME. Seasonal and regional with the sense of lightheartedness. I like your style. Peace... |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/29/04 at 03:59 AM Hi Mary Ellen.
How cute. Now that would be something to see a tumble weed turned into a snowman. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/29/04 at 04:00 AM Oooops, that's tumbleweed. |
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