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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Snow drift Haiku challenge prompt - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2736711-Elaborating-Haiku-1
Submitted: November 24, 2019