Posted on Jan 14, 2012
Found poem from the New York Times Jan. 12 article, “No Snow in New York, but a Wintry Mix of Opinion“
The absence has upset
the rhythms of the season:
store managers sit buried
in shovels, sleds and salt;
schoolchildren wonder when
the next snow day will come.
Skimpy winter steals the giddiness
and grace that accompanies snow,
spurs harried residents to long
for the swirling, ineffable lightness,
the stillness that descends,
making New York more magical.