Tiny White Puffs

A Poem about snow and things. I guess I was in a mood.

Tiny white puffs from the sky
collect on the ground.
Like clouds that have fallen down
to coat the ground thick and white.
Stains of yesterday are covered up,
and for the briefest of moments
you can stand and pretend it didn't happen.
That we are all as innocent as the virgin white snow.