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
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.
Shoilee Mandal is a high school sophomore in New York City. She finds inspiration for art and writing through the diversity within her city and beyond, hoping to deepen her understanding of different cultures and voices through journalism, poetry, and short stories.