your voice cracks like a piano

[tuesdaysprogeny]

 midnight snowman makers

crunched boots and wet gloves
roll and mold a familiar shape
with an unfamiliar face.
squatting alone,
pinching out his smile in the dark seems so much easier.
giddy pats reveal his form and
raucous laughs wake me.
the sky veils your snow angels
as your midnight snowman asks you to dance.

i watch from my window
breathing in snowmen through flurries in the screen.