the new snow

the snow that tumbles
gently
from the unseen sky is
quiet in voice.
hardly a whisper in its
weight
and sly way
of building upon itself.
covering the ugly
of land,
the past dissolving
under its
welcoming hand.
new love is like that
at times.
slow
moving, gentle and light.
pristine
in whiteness.
freshly fallen
with hope and
strange delight.