I saw a snowman in a box.
I think that he was dead.
I couldn’t bury him in the ground.
I’ll wait for Spring instead.
note: snowflake to snowflake, water to water.
double note: I seem to be doing some time-lapse posting … a week has lapsed since the last entry.
triple note: the other snowman poetry is over here:
Today I wasn’t so “bold” … because doing “bold/italicizing” stuff seems on the fritz over here at the moment.