Old Man Winter by Mike Williams 01/23/2016 @ 12:00 P.M.

The city rarely slumbers, 
And sidewalks seem unending. 
The streetlights glowing, 
As the snow starts descending. 

A sudden slow and calm, 
Amid the usual traffic rush. 
An erie sight to behold, 
And an unsettling hush. 

The emantle cold comes, 
And an etherial blue hue. 
Old man winter comes calling, 
And none know what to do.