frosty is lonely <br />he hangs from a winter blue flag by a pink-roofed house <br />being blown by a salt-sea breeze <br /> <br />he has no snow people to talk to <br />he ripples his cloth edges among the sky-high palm trees and <br />above the candy-green grass <br /> <br />frosty is an outcast <br />to contrast the deep blue of his flag lies the pale desert sky, <br />shot through with bright Cali sunshine <br /> <br />frosty is a picture of out-of-placement: <br />he hangs and he hangs <br />he sighs and he sighs <br />all the while homesick <br />all the while thinking <br />that sometimes, sometimes <br />irony is clementine sweet<br /><br />gina prettybrowneyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frosty-on-his-flag-clementine-sweet/
