Vibrant buildings assume a pastel hue
As when mixing paints; adding white to blue.

Silvery frosted crystals fall softly,
Forming a sheer veil over the city.

In summertime, a sapphire oasis;
Now bleak as God’s delicate hand traces

The urban edge of Poseidon’s estate;
Its alabaster sheen so desolate.

The beauty of the harbor lies barren–
No songs of the warbler, loon or heron.

A frigid white blanket across this bed
Encapsulates beauty asleep, not dead.


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