In winter, in the hour
when the sun runs liquid then freezes,
caught in the mantilla of empty trees;
when my heart listens
through the cold sethoscope of fear,
your voice in my head reminds me
what the light teaches.
--Anne Michaels
from What the Light Teaches
Oh, how I love that poem...every line and verse. It's like Anne Michaels was present when God said, "Let there be light," and took notes. :-). Your photo is an added bonus...just spectacular. Thank you for sharing it. xo
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― Plato