White Is Black
by Odin Roark

Soon upon us
A season’s often-quixotic mood
Will lower its horns
Hoof the hardened soil
And roil its frozen perspiration
Into razor wire fury

Dumped from frigid billows
Its penetrating storm
Will thrash the protected
And exposed alike

How random its wrath
Perplexing life any and all
Two legged
Four legged
Clinging leaf of branch
To trickling brook
To placid lake
All contract their senses

The coldness
The heaviness
The shrouding white of icy calm
The long sleep to come
Is winter’s embrace

Many would say
How beautiful purity’s blanket
Made for snowballs
Snowmen
And covered roofs
Awaiting St. Nick

Accepted by all except…

The forgotten
The homeless creatures caught needing
A shelter to comfort them
A meal to satiate them
Loving consciousness to console them

Remember them
For lest we forget
White is black
For many