Dabai, Big White

In the half-dark of a winter’s night, Your breath clouds around a coat of crystalline white. On pads of midnight, you flow across our land, whispering into the fading light. Big white, Dabai, we call you, god of winter, a symbol of right. Your teeth of ivory laid bare showing forth from terrible heights. In … More Dabai, Big White

White Jasper

  White hearts held in cold hands, Press hard against the smoothness. What have I done to call thee? Upon your frosted skin I kissed you, Where autumn meets it’s end. There our love grew, lived, and died. White bones now smile.