It falls without consideration
intent on cleansing the earth with it’s powdery promises
It falls without belief, without conviction, void of understanding
heeding never petty predictions and false accusations
yielding not to weak purposes and ineffective plans
I wish it would fall until every tree top remained covered
until every house was hidden
every road impassable; and all the colors drained
I wish it would snow until men’s souls were pure
I dream of a snow so deep it would swallow the world hard and fast
before any objections were passed
does it wish to hasten let it hasten, does it like to drift let it please itself
tiny flecks or large mis-shaped flakes
and when the world looks new again
It is finished.
