The Second Noreaster
West Village, Manhattan
Tag: winter

This winter feels colder than ever,
or maybe I’m just more sensitive
these days,
when the wind is
a fire engine
and the moon is sinister
and blue.
I’m all bundled up for it,
stamping my feet,
drinking rum,
counting the days
until the yellow flowers.DOROTHEA GROSSMAN, untitled winter poem










