Playing With Snow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winter breezes touching me silently, snow falling gently
upon the shoulders of my mind.

Running and jumping into snow drifts, laughing, freezing
from the cold, but not wanting to stop because it's fun.

Sun going down quietly behind today's horizon, growing
darker with every moment.

Moon peeking, one-eyed, having just been awakened by it's
universal alarm clock.

Still having fun throwing snowballs at each other in the
darkness and shouting with glee when hitting one another.

The snowman we built still standing, watching us cavort
and have a good time, as if to say, keep playing, I'll
watch and enjoy your joy and happiness before I melt.