Come into the house! /
Come in now!
she can’t
won’t
leave
the snowman
the snowman
responds to her
ideas
it grows
under her
hands becomes
round and
even
it carries
the very
weave of
her
mitten!
the yard is
her factory
everything
calls to
her to be
made
broken
sticks gravel
find her
serve
her
need
to decorate
the blank
cold
it is
the material
she is
learning
that makes
her spirit not
hers alone
that makes her
not her
alone
the formless
world she
makes of it
of her
a form