Oh, endless white, like she were starting new!
And even when the sunset marks the end.
The fanning outwards under silky blue.
The endless rain of feathers lost in hue,
When soft whispers of wind cause them to bend,
Oh, endless white like she were starting new!
It would not be enough to have but few,
And many more to earth the time will send,
The fanning outwards under silky blue.
They are too soft for touch, too tough for chew
But blessed with heart, and blessed by grounds to mend.
Oh, endless white, like she were starting new!
Erasing graft lines would be hard to do.
This snowy sketch would not be good to wend,
The fanning outwards under silky blue.
Against the monochrome I can’t find you,
As if your color was all you could lend.
Oh endless white, like she were starting new!
The fanning outwards under silky blue
Unpublished Material, ©2010 Cali Digre
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