Sense of White
Sound of White
Feet crackle
Early snows
Each step on
Journey.
Smell of White
Flower fleeting
Calls
Joy this moment
To new dawn.
Sight of White
Swollen stream
Wave caps
Challenge the old
Bridge.
Feel of White
The ghost White Ash
Eyes me
As I stroke the barren
Surface.
Taste of White
Season’s fruits
Memories
To punctuate the
Journey.
Contemplating Upon White
Where senses are void
My Beloved sings
From bald tapestry
A somber note
Come join.
Robert Lanphar
F: Places // ISE_17
22 May 2010
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