Winter has been generous with its snowfalls. The adults
fretted over the inconvenience caused by the snow, but the
children, delighted by the unscheduled holiday, built a
circle of snowmen on the seminary lawn.
Today the warm rains began, and already the snowmen have
begun to shrink and to take on the curvatures of old age.
In the lamplight at dusk, they bring to mind the circle
of Stonehenge. But unlike those ruined megaliths, the snowmen
will disappear. In a few days they will be no more than
lumps of snow on a greening lawn.
to each man
his allotted span of days
so too, the snowmen