Ode To Wintertime
Watching the white flakes blow by as I gingerly step out to the glorious city.
Each time I take a step and hear a crunch, a new thought appears.
The trees sparkle with newborn lights.
The park is filled with parents and children gazing up at the sky.
I see a new spirit in all.
Decorations are in the windows of every shop.
This is New York, after all.
The crowds move from the subway, and I hop in the car.
I hold the pole, brushing off excess snow.
“5th Avenue 73rd Street!” I hear, and jump off just in time.
The gates close after me, as I put on my scarf.
I step onto the slippery stairs, and find myself in the city again.
The world watches as I enter a store.
I buy a beautiful coat for my mother and a perfume for myself.
A sale was happening, and I got half off the perfume.
I exit, now looking like a proper tourist with a paper bag.
The breeze flies by, thrusting white flakes at me.
A beautiful day for shopping.
How I wish that my friends had come.
O glorious days of winter!
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2015
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