Dear Lover,
An afternoon building our own snowman.
Carrot nose. Two coal eyes. Top hat. Striped scarf, and all.
And if I happen to throw a snowball at your backside.
As you work real hard rolling one of the snow balls.
You have the right to tackle me to the ground.
But none of that Dumb & Dumber snow scene business.
Between Harry Dunne and Mary Swanson.
Scary.
No, instead, snow angels.
And writing love notes with our gloved fingers.
Catching snowflakes on our tongues.
And shaking of trees.
Love,
Me.
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