Arctic Antics

The snowman's derby,
freed by breeze, rolled down the hill
toward two empty boots.

Scarf, twigs, carrot, coal:
was he playing hide and seek?
Wind howled with laughter.

For winters we watched
for his return: but "someday"
- that was any day.

One March, we quit - he
showed, changed: wry grin, backward cap.
The joke was on him.

Arctic Antics © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: November 24, 2019