If you don’t know this
Then I think you oughta
The name for old snowmen
Is simply Water!
Snowmen like to dance
As soon as the snow falls
They like to meet girls
And dance at
Snowballs
A snowman in the sun
Mustn’t get into a
muddle
Because if he does
He will turn into
a puddle
The air was sultry and stale
The heat oppressive
I sought the sanctity of the shade
Embracing its coolness
I walked beneath the leafy canopy
Where the silence welcomed
Contented I walked
In the leafy summer forest
Until within a glade
I came upon a woodland pool
It’s still dark waters
Looking glass flat.
I peered through my own reflection
Into the charismatic depths
And felt unnervingly as if
I was staring into the depths
Of my own soul
And for the first time
On that sultry summer’s afternoon
My skin felt cold
Bathed in summer sunshine
Gentle breezes stir
the stems
But above in the
golden sun
Grow an array of
perfect gems
Pebbles smooth,
Like crude glass
Smoothed by nature
Time and tide
Its patterned form
Marbled in style
Sits comfortably
In the fingers
To be skimmed
Back to the ocean
Ice and rain
Sleet and hail
Storm and tempest
Wind and gale
The rugged rock
Cannot prevail
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...