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...