Snow:

years of anger following

hours that float idly down —

the blizzard

drifts its weight

deeper and deeper for three days

or sixty years, eh? Then

the sun! a clutter of

yellow and blue flakes —

Hairy looking trees stand out

in long alleys

over a wild solitude.

The man turns and there —

his solitary track stretched out

upon the world.
– William Carlos Williams

A solitary track stretched out upon the world: grey amber and white oud, ti leaf, vanilla ash and white sandalwood.