First Snow

then light from ground to night
sky, the city
rising into the air
god looks down upon the weary world
but rejoice! our saintly head
rests upon this halo bed and hell
has no fury muffled
in this silent white and sterile light
rejoice, and open one sleepy eye
like still-green grass peeping through
this frosty metaphor, and kiss me a long good-
night.