Blizzard in Times Square

Updated on January 24, 2018
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Snow swirling,

in so many slivery, flakes,

filling the air,

through the mist -

breath frozen momentarily upon the air.

Dimly I see,

red and green moons,

rise and set,

like in a winter carnival.

The many neon lights,

flicker, flicker in the night,

inviting people to come and hide,

away from the storm,

where people forget their troubles,

with cocktails

and dancing through the night.

Not even a blizzard through Times Square,

will keep the crowds away,

the snow keeps falling,

the people keep calling -

during the dark, gray of the day.

Only traffic seems at a stand still

and for some moments,

there is white snow beneath my feet.

Somewhere through it all,

the empty, dark windows,

of the skyscrapers appear and disappear,

like in a House of Mirrors.

It seems that the dancing snowflakes,

hang, turning in the air,

looking for a quieter place to land,

perhaps in a garden,

far from Times Square,

where they will be trampled,

by thousands of feet

and become as black as can be.

When cars start making the snow,

into slush,

just for awhile there is a kind of hush

and for now, for now it’s magic -

this crazy snow dance goes on.

Is it just me who sees the fantasy?

Angry faces slide by,

slipping and sliding along.

But I?

I go twirling and dancing,

for only in a blizzard in New York,

can you dance so freely in Times Square

and for awhile you get lost,

in the streets of New York.

Where in the blizzard,

a strange kind of quiet descends

and if you let your fantasy take over,

you can leave Times Square behind,

drift down toward the East River

and get lost in the blizzard -

lost on the streets of New York.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Chitrangada.

      You welcome Linda.

      Thank you, Robin.

      Thank you, Lori. No, I did not take the photo. Interesting that when I left NYC at that time there were not many major snowstorms. All that started after I had left but the memories of snow in the city have stayed with me.

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      Lori Colbo 3 weeks ago from Pacific Northwest

      I really loved this and I loved the photo. Did you take that? I could see, hear, and feel your words. Nicely done.

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      Robin Carretti 3 weeks ago from Hightstown

      Love this poem the right reflection of words it hit me plus the video is amazing the words are breathtaking

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      Linda Crampton 3 weeks ago from British Columbia, Canada

      I love the magic of snow. Not every snowstorm brings it to me, but many do. Thank you for sharing the magic that you found.

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      Chitrangada Sharan 3 weeks ago from New Delhi, India

      Beautiful imagery in your well expressed poem!

      I loved it. Snow looks lovely in Times Square.

      Thanks for sharing this, lovely picture and video!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      I have seen it and walked it and it is something totally incredible Bill.

      Thank you FlourishAnyway.

      Thank you Manatita.

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      Bill Holland 3 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      There is something otherwordly, as Flourish mentioned, about this....but then I always think that after a heavy snowfall.

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      FlourishAnyway 3 weeks ago from USA

      I liked both the topic and poem itself. Otherworldly.

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      Manatita44 3 weeks ago

      You depict it well . Gets awefully lonely and cold out there. Great and vivid images.