The day was really chilly, as sandpaper goosebumps formed
all over my skin.
I glanced over the hilly countryside , of a land now covered
in a cool velvety blanket of white, as far as the eye could see.
A huge orange, yellow and red,cracking fire, filling the
air with midnight colored smoke, spiraled toward the sky.
As pine, toasted marshmallows, and laughter drifted, and
mixed together from around the fire pit.
The sky was dark and angry and threaten more snow, as I
rolled and made three fat snowballs.
The bottom the largest, the middle medium, and the head
smaller, but all formed perfect circles.
Two fallen down branches served as arms that reached towards
A triangle shape carrot for a nose.
Sky colored buttons from an old coat that formed the mouth ,
nose, eyes, and down his front. And a bright red knitted scarf for
around his fat neck.
I smile with gee that I had made the most of my miracle moment.
The snowflakes came down,no two ever alike. It started out
slowly and became so thick. Soon my snowman and all my
hard work had disappeared from sight.
Let there be no doubt, that under all that piled up snow is
something very special.
Just a snowman to some, but to me he was my friend.
Even for just a moment in time.