The snow may be melting
But some’s still around
Gather it quick
From the softening ground
For the year’s final snowman
Still trying to stand
He’ll stay a bit longer
He just needs a hand
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The snow may be melting
But some’s still around
Gather it quick
From the softening ground
For the year’s final snowman
Still trying to stand
He’ll stay a bit longer
He just needs a hand