Poem: White

WHITE

by Bethany Campbell

White is new and clean. 

A fresh canvas, 

still and hopeful, 

awaiting the brushstrokes 

of memory and inspiration 

to provide color and meaning.

White is the color of anticipation, 

of whispered plans and secret surprises.

Imagination suspended in time;

gradually shifting, taking shape

 beneath a shimmering blanket of dreams. 

White is empty, motionless,

quiet.

The culmination of preparation and labor

not completed yet, 

but forming steadily,

silently,

diligently.

White is open, boundless, 

eternal.

Brimming with possibilities,

with endless potential.

White is calm. 

White is content.

White is a promise,

awaiting fulfillment.

But white is fleeting,

enveloping the world for only a brief moment. 

White is a sign,

a flag,

Not of surrender,

but of peace. 

The herald of new life, 

of second-chances,

of fresh beginnings.

White is fleeting,

but always returns.

Always cleanses.

Always renews.

Always.

White.