forming
 in little white balls in the Winter’s
 of my foolery
little white ball’s in the new fallen snow. . .
I find blankets to roll in
so,  I roll in them!

at first
ever so pacifying, I roll here and here
(. . . notice behind me, the little round tire tracks)
A hint of last summer!
. . . in the green paths of what we left here,  deep down under
under what came down. . .
Snowed me!  

I hope I always see green in this whiteness!
 . . . in my corn snow
 as I’m flaking away. . .  
still rolling along here. . .
. . . now, in the deviated patchwork’s of old grass. . .
 soon,  I will be lying stiff and powdered myself

I’m Emblazoned!
Now,  the base is set.
My foundation of Man Snow! (Say it loudly!)
two more rounds and my wallow is wallowed! (just say that,  once.)
of course the head can’t get any bigger!
One could fall and be analyzed as a flake!

Your heads must be all-rounded!
placed upon firmed middles
with eyes of the blue cracked robins’ egg,
a cattle corn nose and golden wheat,  left aft. . .  for lips
Vest in Chex Mix. . .shirted
but stilled in wearing the black top hat and using sticks for arms
Place the broom in his hands!

Man Snow. . .
I said things!. . .  and waved to you daily. . .
So proud of my creation
Your smile,  made me!
Warmer. . . I cried when you melted away all my foolery
in those Winter’s when I made you.

Man Snow, I loved you!

SPLAT!

Copyright 2009
Kimmy Van Kooten