Windy City Winters
A brisk night in the city of Chicago and the small moments that reflect the city.
The city buzzes with electricity
People huddle under the heat lamps
Relishing in the warm embrace while the train arrives
Silently watching as the last gold threads unravel from the sky
The wind rises and takes flight – making her way through the darkness
Weaving through her city – unnoticed
Floating above the alleyways that swallow secrets
She folds through the library’s gargoyles
And curves through the concrete lions that guard the city
Skyscrapers begin to slow dance with the wind
The frosted lake cracks like a burning fire
Snow-heavy clouds bask in the shadowed reflection from their favorite sculpted mirror
The last train comes to a screeching halt
A blanket of snow tucks the city away for the night
The wind lets out a heavy roar
As she carries the sounds of her city in her wake
Process
I grew up in Chicago before moving to New York and it will always be a city that is dear to my heart. When my mentee and I were discussing growing up in our respective cities, we wanted to write poems that reflected our experience. This is the poem that came out of it and was one of the first poems I wrote at the start of this program.
