Thursday, November 7, 2013

White Night

White is an ether belvedere
Soft, swirling poetry
Of snowflake sparkle on the air
And earth a starry sea

White wraps the night in opulence
A quilted quietude
Of downy soft deliverance
And sacred solitude

White is the color of a sigh
When every prayer is spent
A spiraling soliloquy
Of laughter and lament

White falls not quite unlike the leaf
That drifted soundlessly
To rest within the frozen sheaf
Of sun-spun history

© Janet Martin

It is white tonight...


  1. Oooooo...gorgeous photo! And what a lovely poem to pair it with.

    Like the phrase sun-spun history'.


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