No feared specter nor gaunt vampire
His inner light set to inspire
A giant smiling winter toy
Fills passers-by with fleeting joy
Air-puffed prisoner of the night
Arms spread as if to take flight
Rising at dusk, he dies each dawn
Tethered to the brittle lawn
Night-bathed in many-colored glowing
Just one more night if it's still snowing
All day in rain, flat plastic pelted
Fears January when he's worse than melted.
by Christy Noel
12/31/05