The Lonesome Snowman
Standing on the snow so bright,
Dressed in my winter coat of white.
My eyes are coal – I cannot see,
The frozen fields in front of me.

A  threadbare scarf, is not so warm;
It comforts not in any storm.
Northern winds do chill my face,
On this forgotten mountain place.

A frozen night with clear moon,
Will end with sunshine coming soon.
For then my time will end I know,
While melting to the ground below.

For all I am, please think of me,
Away from all and company.
A lonely figure in this glade,
Born of children with a spade.