I reasoned with the night

I reasoned with the night.
I pleased the darkness.
I blanketed the snow with my soul.
And still the flakes fell.
Millions of them.

The wind howled the low moan
of a painful soul
And the stench of life was cleansed.

I saw the ocean.
Granular, it came to me.
And I was surrounded by the black
and white of winter.