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 our homes of snow and ice, we whisper your name,

Please, bring us your might.

-M.E. InkOwl

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.