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.