March arrived
but spring is still sleeping
Falling snow
quickly shoveled
Crystal salt
turns to slush
then frozen to ice
This is the pattern of winter
My boots are worn
my body itches
From too much sweaters
with lots of stiches
But I can still
hear the birds sing
Ride on subways
where boys are drumming
Even the man
on Union Square
with a chessboard
and two chairs
is still there
Waiting for you
to play with him
This is the pattern of winter
Amazing photographs! I love the contrast between the colour and texture you have captured in the city and the geometrics of the paving tiles! Lovely website 🙂
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Nice pictures and poetry!
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