The World Wakes With White Whispers...

The world wakes where white whispers waft like wisps of feather-down

To branch and bush, a plush hush blankets croft, countryside, town

The color-world of barefoot dreamers slumbers soft beneath

White silken skeins unraveled over hill, hollow and heath

Soon, soon, a sea of green will swoon and settle earth’s grass skirts

Around the ankles of each tree decked out in stiff-starched shirts

And where a world of white on white stretches from sky to sky

A rainbow tide of flowers will delight earth’s pale-faced sigh

This diamond-studded dalliance, this pillow-painted room

Where scraggly satin-swaddled stragglers wait for bud and bloom

Cannot maintain for very long such unblemished attire

Where once-upon-a-summer waits to set the world afire

The world wakes, washed with whispers from a winter feather-bed

How quietly across this time-tossed turf its quilt is spread

To wrap with white delight the may-and-might that soon deflates

And melts like snow, the swinging to and fro of heaven-gates

© Janet Martin