I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
was a magical time,
when the hot and teeming city streets -
glittered as if they were paved with gold.
In the hot summer sun,
from sun rays,
came from the millions of windows,
all around the isle of Manhattan -
in New York City.
When the winter came,
there was a fantasy land,
of ice and snow
and silent footprints.
Past bridges that stood like sentinels,
as gentle white snowflakes,
from the sky fell.
You and I
and the snows of New York.
Quietly our shadows slid,
through this frozen wonderland,
where the snow in Central Park,
was pure and pristine
Like a frozen oasis,
in the midst of a busy city,
far from the traffic noise,
far from the crowds,
no shoppers came here -
as Christmas approached.
It was as if the birds and the squirrels,
were gathering bits and pieces,
to decorate the evergreens in the park.
As we walked it seemed,
snow angels followed along
and we could dance along the paths,
to a music made in our minds.
Smile for smile,
as the snow would pile up,
some hazy winter sun,
would create shadows and light
and it seemed as if wood nymphs -
were flittering among the sun rays.
Now far from it all,
I remember and smile.
So if you are walking,
through our wonderland this year,
and drifting through the snow,
and send my greetings -
to the snows of New York.
© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 26, 2018:
Thank you, Ann NYC is my hometown
Ann Carr from SW England on November 26, 2018:
Charming poem! I could feel the sun and the snowflakes.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 19, 2018:
Thank you , Shyron. Happy Thanksgiving to you as well and blessings and hugs from my side of the world. I know when one day I make it back to NYC and to Central Park, I will pretty much feel like the little kid did in Home Alone Lost in New York.
Thank you, Doris. I am actually still looking for autumn here in Florida. Have a Happy Thanksgiving.
Well, Shauna, I do wish we had some fall coloring at least. Have a Happy Thanksgiving.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on November 19, 2018:
Now you get to experience Thanksgiving and Christmas in sunny Florida, Rasma. You'll either love it or hate it!
Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on November 18, 2018:
Very nice poetic description of two seasons in New York. However, I prefer walking through rural woodland snows. We had our first snow here in Central Arkansas last weekend, one of the earliest on record. Three days latter the temperatures were in the mid-60s. Oh, well, seems like we have all the seasons at once.
Shyron E Shenko from Texas on November 17, 2018:
Gypsy, I love your beautiful description of the winter of New York,
Wishing you a warm, sunny Thanksgiving.
Blessings and hugs.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 17, 2018:
Thank you, Barb.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and Bev and the whole barnyard. I can imagine how wonderful a Thanksgiving can be down on the farm. I am counting my blessings myself that at least for now the snows of NYC are passing me by.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 17, 2018:
Wishing you a very Happy Thanksgiving, Rasma!
Barb H on November 16, 2018: