from heaven unassembled
invisible on the grass
broomstick arms, gum drop smiles
button eyes yet hatched

crystal heavy cornices
boomerangs wed to glass
hide unsown their ghostly girth
in panes’ light amber cast

heads unrolled like silent drapes
on quilts of pillowed ground
await small hands content to shape
sea of flakes unbound

globing wide as they see fit
cheeks and chests now hidden
tacking hard to spindled limbs
last year’s gloves or mittens

button eyes, jawless chin
derby hat pinned tight
toeless feet affixed to lawn
till sun books return flight

one part child, one part flakes
wintry incantation
that is how snowmen grow
from heavenly formulation.


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