First Snow of the Year

A Poem By Ben // 11/30/2002

Do you see the snow,
how it spreads, gently treads
o’er lake and field?

Do you see the blue expanse
whose tracks tell some creature’s exodus
to moon sleep in a tent of pine?

Can you define the snowflakes
that bleach the shedding primal skin
and wed mud, air, and leafy wind?

From the window of this green room
I watch the world light fall, diffused in snow,
recalled to life by this night’s touch.

I say for every hair on your brown head
the snow knows hope for warmth of bed
and falls for you, a child.

The snow drifts down,
colorblind of whatever past fall confessed
but falling for your present happiness.

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