White

 White


All day and all of the night

It falls and falls, a shower of white

Bits of clouds? Perhaps of light?

It falls all day and all of the night


Even at night it’s quite the sight

For the white colors the night bright

It falls and falls as this I write,

Cascades from an incomprehensible height


Floating like feathers, feathers so light
Or swinging in the wind, tiny, spiralling kites

So immaterial yet turning the very air white

Fills the meadow with a glowing carpet of light 


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