The melting heart

The melting heart

January’s chill brought fields of frost and ice

While February laid garden carpets deep in snow

We gave our snowman a carrot nose

And deep black buttons made of coal.

We loved that snowman with all our hearts

Even knowing he must certainly depart

By March the spring sun shines and melts him in a day.

Our dog mourns her loss but eats the carrot anyway.


With acknowledgements to Charles Shulz.

 

 

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