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.