A Face Of Winter

As lofty billows of smoke
Escape the snare of gravity
The city, illuminatingly elegant
Portrays a face of winter.
With crystalline sculptures
In the shape of manmade structures,
The moon hovers quiet
So as not to interrupt
Giving freshly fallen snow
A shimmer here and there.
And it seems the whole world
Must be frozen -- departed
For there is scarcely little
To disturb the thoroughfares.
People rarely wander
On nights such as this,
Leaving a quiet metropolis
Where once was such a flutter.
And as I scan from my vantagepoint
I see I am but alone
To realize such splendor
For I've the only image in sight.
And I understand why people
Regard winter as dreary,
Because they've not experienced
A face of winter such as this...
The beautifully blanketed city
Immersed in shades of blue.