Get out your masks and Halloween pails and cover your ears to the wandering wails.
As the snow floats down,
I think of you quite fondly.
Even today, now
There is one person that appears with the snow.
That comes and goes with the winters of old,
and they’re the snowman.
Come along with me. In the November days.In thanksgiving haze. Along the shaved trees.And the
Pictures taken for this poem by Todd Nelson Photography and modeled by Joe Janish. Stephanie