winter dreams
Snow falls day and night Covering the land with ice With freezing hands and feet, They glide, climb and run They lunge, twirl and jump some will stand tall with Bronze, silver and gold around their necks Some will sit and curl in agony of defeat But they get up despite the pain For nothing fuels the invisible fire of hope than the burning desire called Dreams
Pretty Good day to walk on Snow
streets of NYC 1-30-2026 It was cold outside But those who came out on January 30 Had pretty good reasons to not fear the cold Whenever people gather together, There is warm glow Though their feet were cold from walking on snow They walked on They raised their fists and signs for everyone to see They are the ones with the clear vision of what our common home should be They are not dictated by orders of hate and doubt But by the loud gentle beats of their hearts Their voices
