Winter, a poem. Critique it!

Winter

Frigid wind blows by,
White rain falling on my face,
Soon to melt away.

I take little bits,
Rolling them to make them big,
I make a new man.

The man needs a face,
I can only find him coal,
Coal will have to do.

His face is joyful,
Does he know he will be gone,
When the sun comes out?

The sun is rising,
As it goes up, he goes down,
The man is melting.

I fill with sadness,
As the tears roll down my face,
They splash in the man.





Note: In case you cant tell, each stanza is a haiku.