Blizzard in Times Square


Snow swirling

in so many slivery, flakes

filling the air

through the mist

breath frozen for the moment

dimly I see

red and green moons

rise and set

like in a winter carnival

the many neon lights

flicker, flicker in the night

inviting people to come and hide

away from the storm

where people forget their troubles

with cocktails

and dancing through the night

not even a blizzard through Times Square

will keep the crowds away

the snow keeps falling

the people keep calling

during the dark, gray of the day

only traffic seems at a stand still

and for some moments

there is white snow beneath my feet

somewhere through it all

the empty, dark windows

of the skyscrapers appear and disappear

like in a House of Mirrors

it seems that the dancing snowflakes

hang, turning in the air

looking for a quieter place to land

perhaps in a garden

far from Times Square

where they will be trampled

by thousands of feet

and become as black as can be

when cars start making the snow

into slush

but for now, for now it’s magic

this crazy dance goes on

is it just me who sees the fantasy?

angry faces slide by

slipping and sliding along

but I?

I go twirling and dancing

for only in a blizzard in New York

can you dance so freely in Times Square

and for awhile you get lost

in the streets of New York

where in the blizzard

a strange kind of quiet descends

and if you let your fantasy take over

you can leave Times Square behind

drift down toward the East River

and get lost in the blizzard

lost on the streets of New York


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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4 Responses to Blizzard in Times Square

  1. Love the snow, especially when it silences a city. So beautiful. Although, I’m sure most citizens don’t feel that way. You truly captured a blizzard between the skyscrapers.

    • Rasma R says:

      That’s my hometown and I believe that only when it snowed a lot NYC became silent and everything stood at a standstill. In a way it was magical Yolanda.

  2. TGR Worzel says:

    We tend not to get a great deal of snow in our capital city, so don’t have the chance to enjoy this kind of experience. Your poem brings it to life for me. Thanks Rasma.

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