White Grief

Cotton candy falling down on every blade and each tree,
A wet kiss upon the scorched Earth, shades of white are all I see.
The gray mist, blinding every corner, hangs low under the smoky sky
The dawn is here, riding on the wings of clouds that fly.

Somber, it snows, quietly outside, unmindful of thousand a prying soul,
When it descends in its lordly flight, the haughty smile, that majestic stroll.
It touches my windowpane, and Lo! It’s gone, melting away
Soft as a butterfly’s laugh, in sweet whispers she says,

“Wake up, love. It hath dawned. I see no Sun, but I see it light,
Thy solitude hangs, cast away into the burning night.
Catch thy dreams, fill thy heart, and hold to thee them dear,
The dark is strong, piercing cold, I watched mine disappear”

I close my eyes shut, staring into the spotless white,
Vines of green rise amidst the fallen infinite
I was a stone yesterday, a tweak, or maybe a fallen leaf
I see it happen today, settling down with my own white grief.