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The White Owl
A winter owl, as white as white on white,
its wings spread wide, yet static, not in flight,
stands quiet, avanturescent aeronaut,
lost in a long adularescent thought.
The bird has crystallized. By moonstone sheen,
calcite and marble happily convene,
topaz, anhydrite, leucite, apatite,
blond quartz, wollastonite, aragonite...
It ponders how the skies are overcast
with winters of the present and the past
and meditates on coldness without end
and things that only owls can comprehend,
yet in its heart, a stoic patience lies,
awaiting warmer winds and brighter skies.
Poem and image (c) Philip Nikiolayev