but still no traces of snow under the feet.
Here is only barren soil carried away
by warm, ghostly breeze
or washed by the rain.
My kids hardly remember the touch
of Ice and Frost.
And our sled is locked in the shed
Now we make snowflakes from styrofoam
because there’s nothing left to do.
Even the poor old Santa lost his job
I miss you, Snowman...
So welcome, Mudman.