In the night, yellow
bloom of a witch hazel
caught
in the architecture
of ice—
I can see you,
your furled banners,
your rings
of startling gold,
the city streets
swept clean
of the usual traffic;
the heart its own
edifice
thrust
into open space.
[LAG-other-response date=”11 28 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/11/learning-from-the-ice/” title=”Via Negativa: Learning from the Ice”]