First Snow

Your eyes grew wider than
the gorge we were crossing
when you first saw the mountains.
Your feet, snow fresh themselves,
tucked into unfamiliar boots.
You waddle like a landbound seal
and squeal infant delight at the cold
and though we've returned here
again and again and again and again,
it's new now once more, if
only because of your wide eyes
and the fact that we know
you were made here
in these mountains
under this bright sun
in the melting snow.