The frosting on the fire balcony in silence stares
Court Street is clear this year
The plows can get through
The private carters too
Though they cannot find the bags of trash
Stashed under fresh
White snow
A new aura is added
To the street lights glow
For a moment
New York is not so hectic
For a moment
we must get present
With what Nature is
Reminded of the fact that
We adapt to our world
Not the other way
Around
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