Snow, White

Snow, white, flies in my face.
Heat, white, burns soles of feet.
Salt, white, enrages wounds.
Milk, white, feeds the lucky.
Sheep, white, prey to coyote.
Cloud, white, scuds by with no mercy.
Lace, white, shuts out the light.
Lily, white, grows out of mud.

Joan Ross Blaedel lives in Seattle with her three cats. In addition to writing poetry, she is a visual artist and educator. Her paintings and monotypes have been exhibited widely and her poems have recently appeared on the Internet in "Switched-On Gutenberg."