White and Black

Gentle falling snow,

What have you done?

Gentle falling snow,

What have you become?

Is there order

to this chaos

that falls beneath my feet?

Is there lord there

in malice

who tends to slicking sleet?

Gentle falling snow,

What have you done?

Gentle falling snow,

it seems you have won.

I’m fighting hard,

my brothers,

to make sense of all this white;

I’m fighting hard,

my sisters,

against the black that burns bright.

Tender falling snow,

What have you done?

Quiet falling snow,

Take flight under summer sun.