the snow prayer

as a child
you believed
in snow.
its whiteness,
its crystalline
cold.
its ability
to cover
without
a thought
everything it
touched.
though some
spots were
reluctant
to let it be
so, in time
though
even they gave in
to its persistent
falling,
and brought
the world to
a stop under
its wintry
glow. you believed
in snow.
you still do.