Snow Cover
The falling snow’s benevolent.
It blankets all our sins,
Bestows a clean environment
In which we can begin
To walk with tar-free tread,
To rid the air of soot,
To leave no trash that spreads
Like excrement in the woods,
A whiteboard on which we can write
With a pen in invisible ink,
A foretaste of heaven’s delight
Or so we would like to think
Til the wind begins to blow,
Dissipates the cloak of snow.