Poem: After Stella

NYC, POEMS

Seen along the East River pathway near Carl Schurz Park, after Winter Storm Stella.

walking the winding

east river path 

just after snowfall

a few people

scattered here and there

weak, distant lights

straining to be seen

 

right where the path turns

i see a ballerina

dancing alone,

seizing solitude,

her arms fighting

the pull of the wind

 

though she has no audience

empty benches 

line up to watch her

and the river reflects 

her every move

 

as i approach her stage

she catches my eye 

stopping, for a moment 

than completing her pirouette 

 

twirl, bend, twirl, bend, twirl

moving gracefully into the night 

 

no music

just the silence of the city

and the crunch of the snow

beneath her feet 

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Slow-falling snow

PHOTOGRAPHY

These were taken a few weeks ago in Madison, Wis. on my iPhone. It was about 8:30 at night but it could have been midnight or it could have been five in the morning. The combination of snow and empty streets has a time-stopping effect. And there’s something so magical about the way light hits slow-falling snow– it’s even more beautiful than the twinkling of light on rain, I think.