When the snow began to fall, it flurries soft and white
I sat up near the window there, I couldn’t sleep all night.
The hush outside was so complete such peacefulness abounding.
Tis then beyond the glass I saw a vision so astounding.

The snowman from the yard next door was walking cross the street.
And other snow people were there. Its there they’d come to meet.
Some in hats, some in scarves and most with carrot noses.
I found myself wondering then why one was carrying roses.

In the moonlight I saw them gather, they came from everywhere.
And I thought to wake up all the house but couldn’t move from there.
Mesmerized I sat and watched this meeting from afar.
One snow girl had, it looked to me like a snowman in a jar.

Busily they all began to build the perfect mate
And from the jar his smiling face; his bride could hardly wait.
The snow took form quite quickly. His face a ready smile.
And he put on a black top hat as the others made an aisle.

The snow bride was a glitter. The roses gave her a blush.
The groom’s cheeks too were rosy. Perhaps from all the rush.
I watched them say their wedding vows, I saw their snowy kiss.
She had built her perfect snowman, and wedded him in bliss.

Oh! I pondered that wintry wonder. Ahhhh, to build the perfect man…
And as I watched them through the glass, I saw the failing in their plan.
I looked a little closer. Well, in that dim light how could they know?
The whole back half of her new mate was made with yellow snow.

01/23/2005