White

Snow has fallen,
the light fills each corner:
lace on the window;
a purity which falls
flat on my skin, can't enter.

Cloud movement is narrow,
it falters and sticks in the gap
in her teeth.

I wear pearls to remind me,
inexplicably, of time,
and it is all so white,
I am covered in it:
much white,
my white,
white.