Frosted lawns sparkle like diamond strewn fields
Vehicles huddle in their icy shrouds Cheeks slapped red by frigid air
Every breath a tiny cloud
Fingers wrapped in gloves' fraudulent warmth
...
I can picture you
In your dancer's persona
Scissoring across a stage
Filled with prima ballerinas
...
Isn't it strange
That America's symbol of liberty and freedom
Crowned woman
Torch held high in New York Harbor
...
Winter Morning
Frosted lawns sparkle like diamond strewn fields
Vehicles huddle in their icy shrouds Cheeks slapped red by frigid air
Every breath a tiny cloud
Fingers wrapped in gloves' fraudulent warmth
Naked trees bend laden boughs
Pale sun labors through opaque, iron-clad sky
And struggles to pierce winter morning pall.