I had not thought it could be so white.

Ice white under frost white

long shadows blue white.

The cold bite of a winter street

houses squat

stiff walls, safe as a knot.

The ground as a sheet

unyielding

hard as a promise is to keep.

The everyday suspended.

Sitting in its place,

silence, like a great white cat.

In the air a thick white weight

pregnant,

trees to be dressed in it,

blessed in it

caressed, as a mother

did the child.