Snowman
S oaked by mist, tassels of white mold
N imbly etches an icy pile;
O pal its lips on buttoned smile
W e play like children to unfold
M ister Snowman's jolliest game
A s our merry-go-rounds beguile
N ever ending through winter, aflame!
Brain Strand 263 Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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