Warm Breezes Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Palm Trees

The palm trees of my land
Swayed in my memories of time.
The New York scene of snow
Did not let those memories grow.

I yearned everyday
Of warm breezes
And warmer times in my life.
Oh New York, you couldn't beat that.

But later the snowmen were built
By the very hands that held snow.
I decided to put a scarf and a carrot
Nose where the cold winds did grow.

I decided the two lands
Were great in themselves.
One hot, one cold.
I decided I loved them both.