What is this place?
This white-as-snow, monochrome home?
Why does it wrap around her,
A cocoon of light and air
And boring white?
In this place of cloud on snow,
white on white,
she dreams a dream of
Vibrant Color,
of vivid hues that break through the white.
She sees the swamp done over in opalescence,
A covering of color-flecked pale
coating everything into fantastical beauty.
She clings to that Opalescence.
