The City

Snow fell on the windows
As if it never snowed before
Loud and sharp
And I closed my eyes

Snow storms in the city
Arent like snowstorms
in the sticks

Theyre is noise of
sirens, bells, and wailing
instead of a loud hushed
peace

I take a breath of air
and a sip of tea
trying to warm up
little ole me

Lonesome am I and
forever alone
my heart is cold and
desperate

In this world that has lost its gleam

The tree back at home
Ma said Pa would fell
I see it there,
missing from meadow

Snow storms in the city
Arent like snowstorms
in the sticks

Cars race by in fury
and exhaust fills up the air

A carol in my heart cries
Hark the Herald Angels...
and forgets to finish off

In this world that has lost its gleam

Items fill up longings
I say and no one hears:
Jesus should remain there
this and all other years

Snow storms in the city
Arent like snowstorms
in the sticks

Maybe I'll be Merry
but maybe not today
A day that love is still lost

In this world that has lost its gleam

Dnow storms in the city
Arent like snowstorms
in the sticks

Snow fell on the windows
As if it never snowed before
Loud and sharp
And I closed my eyes

An owl cried out nearby
And wind howled through the trees
Silence I requested
I opened my eyes and saw
you

"The City" is a metaphor in this poem.