Walking Through Winter Light

Boston in winter

becomes the older place

it was: mellow brick with

snow across its face.

Bright windows we imagine

hide the bygone days,

at least to the mind's eye,

peering through the glaze.

Winter light is different,

gauzelike, as it blends

air with ice and being brief

it blazes as it ends.

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