Poem: First Snow

First Snow


We discovered the snowmen that lived in the clouds.

They’d unpacked their bags and thrown down

Snatches of clothes. A white sock, a luminous scarf

Threaded with blue. Their entire wardrobe

Cascading from the sky.


In the morning we wore woolen gloves

Felt them soak and numb our hands

Not familiar with the snowman’s scattered anatomy.


Piecing him together, squashing cold into his rotund being,

Clamping handfuls of frosty crystals to his head,

Patting his lumpy paws, while the blanketed world watched.


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