Snow

Wholly holy
White and unscarred virgin snow
Enlarges the ground’s blemishes
Contrasts with the blackness and the road-fudge
Falling constantly
Cold air
Complaints
Thicker and faster through a bloated orange sky
Covering
Footprints
Healing the ground with endless patience
Repairing our struggles against anonymity
And silence
Cuts like a knife
Ice crystals reflect our moods
As perfect beauty must mock and intensify
The ugliness of human nature
Snow may be this
But I feel that it’s
Crystallised childhood.