World of White

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World of white,

World of white,

What happened while I slept the night?


Why did skies turn some sullen gray

Then happily fall stark dark away

Into softness across a lost wintery day?


How dare tiny flakes of chill peaceful delight

Cover souls in some still and downward flight,

Soft land unheard in piles of whitewashed bright?


The wise squirrel stirs within her nest,

Her newborns tucked beneath her breast.

Does all the earth prepare to rest?


Will rabbits nestle, restful in their holes?

Will fox kits wrestle, zestful in the cold?

Will blue jays raid the chipmunk's hold?


Gentle pleasure piled mild and muted deep,

Is your heart of mirth of worth to keep

Beneath the mounds of midnight's sleep?


World of white,

World of white,

Will you grow deeper into the night?


And if on sweet tomorrow's wake,

Will mind find time to contemplate

The sunshine sparkle gay on grey garden gate?


Will flower bow, burdened with tips of snow,

Sip on tender bundles dipping low

Into sidewalk puddles dripping below?


Will tired tabby curl upon porch rail,

Tongue-brush her hair, fluff her scruffy tail

That swept clean the frozen footprint trail?


And when tomorrow's hush melts to mush

Will the people stir and busily rush,

To forget that stillness delivers us?


World of white

World of white

Dare mankind stare into your breathless light?


Dare child hearts lie awake and dream

days so silvery, snowy, sparkling clean,

Some far purer, truer, more tranquil scene?


Will life awakened, halt to stand still

And warm itself within the chill

Of something incredibly, unforgettably real?



~P.S. Colley~

 c. 2025

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