I. White’s imprisoned gray. A black sole subdues one red glove with a crunch. There it will pause, fingerless until the first thaw.
II. The sun's amber frown of diminished light slides down black branches a blundered slight, but when it hits the ground, it rides wonders of uninterrupted white.
III. Steamy columns of warmth slip through the crack, pawed open by blue purrs from his white cat— a tonic wash, to welcome. slush-slicked, black boots back
IV. Nuzzled, from the muzzling of a drowsy- days-long muslin wrap, brown earth bursts through what white patchwork's left, to cure her forbidden tramplers with a slurpy and black-mouthed, aubade kiss.
V. Winter’s white makes shallow breaths, and exhausted she coughs black complaints about the crushed green of popped-down bottles, a cellophane orange cat with a close hold on his shorted stock of shock- yellow crumbs, and the assorted other man-made matter mocking her color, but never her, wherever they stay.
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