The Snowman
The winter wind stings like a bee.
It chases birds from every tree.
The rabbits and the chipmunks hide,
and all the children run inside.
And while the cat curls on the sill,
a man outside stands very still.
He stands quite still. He does not move.
A smile is all he needs to prove…
he likes the hard and icy ground.
He likes to stand without a sound.
A hat and scarf are all he wears,
and with two eyes of coal he stares.
He sees the soft and dusty glow
of branches covered up with snow.
The only man for miles and miles,
he stands against the wind and smiles.
With hat and scarf and eyes of black,
he knows that spring will soon be back.
And with a whisper and a tear,
he’ll smile once more and disappear.
It chases birds from every tree.
The rabbits and the chipmunks hide,
and all the children run inside.
And while the cat curls on the sill,
a man outside stands very still.
He stands quite still. He does not move.
A smile is all he needs to prove…
he likes the hard and icy ground.
He likes to stand without a sound.
A hat and scarf are all he wears,
and with two eyes of coal he stares.
He sees the soft and dusty glow
of branches covered up with snow.
The only man for miles and miles,
he stands against the wind and smiles.
With hat and scarf and eyes of black,
he knows that spring will soon be back.
And with a whisper and a tear,
he’ll smile once more and disappear.
This poem is copyright (©) Alan M Sugar 2025

About the Writer
Alan M Sugar
Alan shares his poetry in Decatur, Georgia where he currently resides. Now retired from teaching special needs children in the public schools of Atlanta, he works as a writing tutor at Perimeter College of Georgia State University. Alan writes many poems, and you can find some of them in the Atlanta Review, The Jewish Literary Journal, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, The Awakenings Review, RFD and … the Dirigible Balloon.