Snowy

There should be snow. At wintertime at least
It ought to be there, invitingly white,
Pure and serene, flowingly uncreased
By wind or footprints, glowing in the night
With some almost internal ambience
Scattering the small rays of the moon
As of they were its own (and in a sense
They are, for moonlight and the upswept dune
Of never-melted snow are closeknit kin).
Without the snow the asphalt and the dirt
Are naked and exposed; bring snowfall in
And let it dress them in its blouse and skirt
And all is bright and beautiful. Let fall
The snow, and let the winter cover all.