Snowman

He looked out at the snow and ice, As a cold wind whistled winter Through the door, bringing hope Of making a real-life snowman, A special friend for a lonely boy, At least in his world it was so. He ran out of his room and leapt so High, sliding down the banister as if on ice. Then, putting on his boots and scarf, the boy Flew out of the door into the depths of winter, Laughing, scooping, sculpting his snowman, His pal, his accomplice, his hope. He rolled about without a hope Of caring for the cold, and so, Wrapping his scarf around his snowman, He skidded about on sparkling ice Losing his boots to the big mad winter… And there was no happier boy. A solitary but cheerful boy, No others there to spoil the hope Of finding secret delights in winter That only he believed in so, Secrets long buried in solid ice, Yet found inside a snowman. He danced and chatted to his snowman And he in turn smiled down at the boy, Complete with carrot nose and eyes of ice It filled his heart with warmth and hope, Showed him the meaning of life so Full of love, in coldest cruellest winter. Back inside he looks on winter Watching his own precious snowman, And though the fire roars and sweets so Tempting fill the senses of the boy, Nothing gives him more joy-filled hope Than gazing on two lumps of ice. The darkest winter, that lies inside a boy, Is brightened by a snowman, a light of hope That friendship gives so, through frozen ice.