Ode to White

Tucked into nearly-nothingness
The fall of snow, I must profess -
Aside from chill that does repress
My eager heart and mind -

May be of Nature's best success
The purity does quite impress
With wafting swirls in great excess
Despite those quarantined

The color, fine, in evening dress
Is perfect as love's faithfulness,
Blended light made to coalesce
As none others less refined

For white, alone, cannot oppress
A canvas on which to express
Each step of life's minute progress -
With white, I am aligned.