Winter Poetry: A Miniature Anthology

Caty Childress, Editor

my snowman

by Sadie Overstreet

whiteness falls

i see your smile in the snowflakes

winter calls 

i watch your eyes in the frozen lakes

cold bites my heart

i lay against your warm gaze

bright fires start

your laughter lights my darkest days

you’re my snowman

my please don’t ever go man

my can we take it slow man

my you will never know man

crunch of snow

dreaming of your hand in mine

fire crackle below

waking to burnt whiffs of wooden pine

my winter love

stays stuck to its season

like a single glove

no rhyme no reason

you’re my snowman

like winter, will you go man

will spring, stop and slow man

will you become no man

will spring come

to melt, and set you free

i pray cold numbs 

my heart for eternity

you’re my snowman

my i hate you so man

cause i watched you go man

now i’m all alone man.

“I happened across a Snowman”

by Claire McConnell

I happened across a Snowman this morning

Whose upturned nature spoke a stoic grief.

His hunch held the wisdom of construction

In the spirit of impending brief.  

The branches that were his arms reached forbiddingly

And his sunken eyes acquired a silent shape;

For they did not bother to give him a mouth,

Come Spring- he quietly passed away.  

During those long and lonesome nights,

I think of that Snowman and his cold complexion.

I think of that icy stare that’s been seared onto my brain,

And has burned away my warm affections-  

That has turned my mind into this basin

That’s frozen over with- wordless thoughts.

My, how they come alive during those icy nights

And freeze my body where it rots.  

And so let it be- this Snowman and his visions

May exhibit a lengthy brevity that elders my hair to gray.

All I can wish is for Spring to come

And quietly melt my mind away.