Snow on the Prairie

How could I leave him there--my little boy

Who longed for beauty--in a prairie grave

Piled high with rocks lest hungry wolves annoy

His quiet sleep; with not one bloom to wave

Its fragrant brightness in November's chill?

We, who had listened to the young West calling

And answered with a song, must trek until

"Our valley" loomed. "Will there be fountains falling

In lily pools?" he asked. He loved each blossom

In our home garden. He found new loves too

There on the barren desert with its awesome

Still loneliness: gray lizards darting through

Sun-glinted sands ... How could I say goodbye

To him and leave? Cold-shrouded clouds dipped low.

White miracle of dawn! Glad was my cry

To see the prairie beautified by snow.