Even as the day became the moonlit night, all about the snowman was an aura of white.
The grin of the snowmen warmed the hearts of those who braved the cold.
It was teamwork that made the snowman dream work, for we made not one but a community of these happy bobble-hat figures.
The snowman with twiggy arms aloft and a cheeky bubblegum grin, was the most wonderful of wintry ornaments.
I was so proud of our snowman, standing there in a field of green. His time will come to feed the rivers and streams, but for the moment he enjoys the sunshine, one twig-arm reached upward, the other toward the grass and soil. He's smaller than he was, but you'd never know it. Snow melts that way, right? Gradually like a picture being changed one brush-stroke at a time.