~Whisper in the Wind~
Snow dots the sky.
Cool air bites my cheeks,
Making me shiver.
Catching snowflakes
On my tongue.
They quickly dissolve,
Making me giggle.
A hat,
Sticks,
And crutches
Is what we required
To build,
A fantastic creation,
We call,
A snowman.
He's precious as gold,
You see.
Attracting attention
From the passerby's.
In a small town,
I once called home.
My snowman did not frown,
Lie,
Or cheat.
He laughed,
Smiled,
And played
With me.
And as the days grow warm,
I remember that day,
In a small town,
I once called home.
I made a friend,
Who was like,
A whisper in the wind,
Swept away,
By a warm breeze
On a cool day.
Now my friend,
Gone,
But not forgotten.
My very own,
Whisper in the wind.
