Snowman

on a bright clear winters day as I took a walk across the land pass the yards where children play there was a snowman that I could see crafted was it with great care eyes of black coal with carrot nose a plaid scarf around its neck with branches for its arms and hands and it was formed with tender care and filled me with much great joy and I passed by upon my way and continued on upon my day in in the morning of next day this Sunday shine in morning air and the land it did warm as I went upon my way into the snowman I did come and I did see was saddened eyes the nose had fallen from its face and was gone from this place and I continued upon my way reflecting how the seasons turn wondering what tomorrow I find when again I came this way next day broke with warming air as I went upon my way and to the snowman once again into the changes on this day eyes of coal had fallen away and upon the ground they did lay and the arms did begin to droop and it did saddened me on this day and next morning in warming air with growing sadness I went upon my way to come to what then did remain crumbling snow melting away and reflecting I went upon my way thinking of time and changes made how all things would pass away like a snowman on a warming day