in the first few hours, before the metal scrapes back to the black top,

before the edges turn brown and the puddles of yellow.

before everyone returns to work.

while its still falling and there is still sledging

the cross-country skier on 5th

the snowboarder on Williamsburg bridge

the sunken snow-angels

the population explosion in central park, stones for eyes and a found hat

the softest light

and sweetest silence

the sweetest light

the softest silence

a New New York