SNOWING IN NEW YORK

Frozen tears falling from the sky

a whitening cover from those who died

white and pure... a beautiful glow

more than five thousand angel's... freely flow

with Holidays near and sure to be missed

visible footsteps so clear... so crisp

one can hear the stepping sounds

feeling their presence all around

this moment brings a peaceful silence

soothing the souls... closing out past violence  

still standing free... feeling the pride

knowing all who perished... are still at our side 

feeling a chill from an angels touch

their way of saying... they miss you so much

as the skies grow whiter... winds start to blow

we say to ourselves... let it snow... let it  snow 

©Chuck  Preston 11-1-2001