Late Afternoon, New York Winter, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hassam Frederick_Childe--Late_AfternoonFrederick Childe Hassam, Late Afternoon, New York Winter (1900)

Late Afternoon, New York Winter,  Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The frozen aimless dust of pearly white,
Stings my naked face then quickly vanished.
Straining, squinting; trying to keep my sight.
My skin shines as if it has been varnished.

My numb dew-beaters now no longer known,
Departed somewhere near Twentieth Street.
Now these cat-sticks of mine begin to moan.
What I’d willingly give to feel some heat!

Those who think this is a beautiful sight,
Are under cover; each in their taxi,
With no compassion for my nasty plight.
For me this winter night there’ll be no glee!

Pray tell, when will the crocus start to grow?
Not soon enough to get rid of this snow!

 

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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