Poem: The Snowman

Poem: The Snowman

THE SNOWMAN Here I sit Frozen in space Slowly melting. I will leave no trace. Golf ball eyes Such a terrible choice No contrast at all To my teetering head of snow and ice. How wretchedly dull My carrot nose.…

Poem: Come to Me

Poem: Come to Me

COME TO ME My days are numbered, They surely are. Before long they will lower me into the ground Where not much of anything will be around. In the meantime I am happy To linger here and let life Come…