Snowman

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Outside your window,
Is a world of white,
Frozen sleet and snow,
Accompanied by sheets of ice.
The snowflakes fall,
Like leaves off a tree.
Leaving a blanket behind,
Fast and free.
There’s nothing quite like it,
Seeing the snow.
So put on you’re coats
And you’re ready to go!
You frolic and tramp,
Run and stamp,
And then you build your snowman.
He stands quite tall,
A bit taller than you.
He wears a hat,
a carrot nose,
and a scarf, too.
His eyes, mouth and buttons are just regular stones.
But the more you stare, he smiles.
When you go in, he stands there, all alone.
You’re sad, because you know he wont last awhile.
Eventually, when spring comes near,
You, ever so thoughtfully, begin to fear,
That your snowman won’t hold out,
He’s already becoming short and stout.
And then one day,
When you get home from school,
You have nothing to say,
Because it’s not nearly cool.
It’s far too warm outside,
For your snowman to survive.
So you put your hat over your messy hair,
Soon to find that nothing is there.