White House
White house
On a white cloud
Surrounded by white trees
White hills and
A grey sky
The echo of white silence
Throughout the valley
Except for the heartbeats and
Scurryings of little critters
Digging for food and love
The smell of
Burning wood
Along with the pine surrounds and
The smell of
The carcasses of decaying critters
Worn out by another white winter.
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2011
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