the winter breeze is a sort of sweetness

a New York winter, 12/6/06, 5 PM

 

The winter breeze is a sort of sweetness:

scent of roasted nuts wafting between buildings

calls across streets between friends

early, a dusky haze settles across the city

enveloping lights and decorations

closing your eyes you might imagine

scuffle of snow shovels and

shouting laughter of children

see the park’s hills covered thickly