White Night of Silence

Fresh under soles Crisp with crystal individuality Blank of all expressive color Save that which speaks Soundly above all the others With meaning of life, love, and beauty Shrouding gray faulted paths Running endlessly beneath rotating rubber Day and night Under frigid or simmering skies. Now it is frigid And winter dresses so With fluffy white mittens And hats made of snow All snuggled beneath the blanket Snoring into the soft pillow Everything invisible Blended by baker’s hand Icing spread smoothly All sweet No mistakes to be seen. And silent So silent Like all noise Has been threatened Or else eaten into white quiet All around Swirling without a sound A white night of silence.