We walk in a world
muffled with blue-white
snow piled high. A single
shadowy path guides us.

Our boots crunch, blunted
echoes in the distance —
a car horn, shovel,
train crossing, dog bark —

the light of smudged stars
tap through a black,
hazy sky, asking permission
to appear and speak.

The city takes in one
deep, filling breath
and lets out one
long, gentle sigh.

And in that respite
from its patient labor,
it unfolds before us
its whispered truths.

A response to today’s dVerse prompt City Songs for Poetics, http://dversepoets.com/2014/12/09/city-songs-for-poetics-2/. Post you poem and join the conversation.