The first snowfall of the year
started late at night,
quiet as ghosts
fluttering down
landing like butterfly kisses
surprising us in the morning
with so much whiteness.
Beautiful
in a generic way
like a poster
of any winter town.
My husband takes my son to the park,
a formal introduction
to snowballs
but he cries
perhaps wondering
who stole the grass
while he was sleeping.
I want to reassure him
anything this gentle
must be a reunion,
the earth from thousands
of years ago
rejoicing
to be enveloped in ice
once again.