Snowman

Its big, round uneven body

Balls of snow, different sizes, unevenly stacked one upon the other

The pure white, reflecting the sun’s brightness

It stands tall

The one next to it moves slowly,

Shrinking with every passing minute

Droplets of water peel away and run down its body

The girl places the hat on top,

The crooked sticks poke out of its side in awkward angles

She steps back to look at it from afar and admire her work

Building it was entertaining

But seeing the finished product brought her so much joy

Others walked by on the street

Smiling and pointing to the snowman

The snowman sharing joy

Around it are indents from footsteps in the snow,

The aftermath of the long day of snowman building 

The sky now stained with pinks, oranges, and blues

Icicles hang from trees up above

Snow takes the place of the leaves that were there a few months ago

Each snowman reminding you of the past winter,

Of the harsh blizzards and the days spent in snow gear

Of the night by the fire with a hot chocolate

And the twinkling christmas lights around the tree

For me,

Snowmen remind me of more than Christmas,

Reminders of my birthday celebrations

Spent ice skating and making snowmen

Reminders of the days spent outside when I was little,

Building snowmen taller than me with my family

If I were a snowman

It would be very boring

Standing still all day 

just to eventually be melted away

A snowman in summer would be out of place

Being uncomfortable

Rushing for the air conditioning 

Before becoming a puddle

The snowman stands, smiling

Looking out into the street

Decked out with long strands of glowing red and green lights

As snow starts to fall,

Christmas just around the corner,

And the snowman could not be happier

Snowmen are fun characters,

Stories about snowmen coming alive at night

Only to be awake from dusk to dawn,

They are big parts of childhoods

And hold memories, just hoping to hold on