Christmas lights merrily twinkle; soon to be put away
Melting footprints in the snow; has winter had its day?
Snowmen in every garden, created by glove covered hands
Size and shape slightly different, proudly each one stands
At night they gather round, discussing the events of the day
Something doesn’t feel right; children aren’t coming out to play
Hopes were high, life felt good; their future long and bright
But the weather’s set to change, tonight is their last night!
By morning they all realise their fate has already been sealed
Marching into the forest, their destiny is sadly revealed
Discarded carrots, pieces of coal, a flattened woollen beret
A long way from Christmas, when they were all making merry
Patches of green slowly emerge: peeping through the melted ice
Fun times are finally over; it’s now time to pay the price
Their life span isn’t very long; but packed with winter fun
A long standing tradition handed down from snow-father to son
- Author: MaggieF ( Offline)
- Published: September 6th, 2018 04:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this last year, after finding my inner child and building a snowman in my garden, I was surprisingly upset when it melted a few days later!
- Category: Nature
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