Winter in the city,
a string of staircases,
winter in the city.
Bare branches, stripped of their maple foliage,
icy staircases encased by frost and froth,
the crusty crunch our footsteps make
winter in the city.
Sunday stroll with Mom,
destination depanneur,
winter in the city.
Brownstones in burnt sienna,
blue banks of ceruleum
surrounding sparkling piles
so neatly nestling neighbors,
winter in the city.
Spring sun strives to spin pale lemon through
magenta colored distant trees,
winter in the city,
as seasons slowly cede.
Carole Spandau May 2,2018
