we cannot argue with the winter wind, for sure it never listens
the winter snow falls without discrimination its effect is not
it doesn’t matter that it’s modernized, it’s the tradition that counts
we see the soft glow and might be tricked to believe that the snow is warm
with the first snowfall the sounds of the city are quietly subdued
a cold hard surface comes alive like a wild fire it’s smoke and mirrors
the artist creates because they want to; maybe there’s an audience
a dark winter night reveals a beauty that no summer day can match
the rust and decay of our history tells our beautiful story
the snow has melted around a manhole cover some will think it’s spring
uptown jack 