Happy Winter

The clouds sift the flour over the plain,
children play with it,
they knead some snowmen.
People look wonderfully at these snowmen
that are so cold and live for only three months.
Children are very happy with them
for only three months.
When the wind is blowing
and it is very cold,
only the snowmen are playing with each other,
talking to each other, thinking about children
and waiting for children.
Nobody knows that
the snowmen are looking for
our happiness
and they need hearts
as them to understand
how short it is happiness.
Children know that happiness
has been for only three months
while snowmen stayed with them.

by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

Comments (2)

nice poem love it i love snowmen but never had i touched one or seen one with my necked eyes so i feel like the kids when i see one on Tv and guess what it feels great but it doesn't last 3months but may be 3 seconds...but still....it feels good nice poem by a great poet thanx for sharing **KoNi**
How lovely to think that snowmen could live for three months in your part of the world. Charming poem, Valentin. Regards, Sandra F.