It was late fall
Almost time for the holidays
The heart of the city was full
People running to and fro
Taking care of business
The air was cool
Crisp to the feel
The sky painted a light gray
Could mean snow
The piano bar was full
In a well known hotel in midtown
The Hilton
People sitting, waiting and relaxing
The music was familiar jazz
Pleasant to the ear
Slowly one by one snowflakes
Started falling
They were beautiful like lace
Some on the street stopped
To watch the snow transfixed
On the beauty of nature
Eventually the pace picked up
Leaving a beautiful white blanket
Along the sidewalks and streets
For just a moment the city slowed
To admire the handiwork
Of Mother Nature
Once again