Brooklyn Botanic Garden, frozen

I walked through Prospect Park after our recent ice storm, and it was so beautiful that I kept on going. Just on its other side is the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, in a narrow wedge of land between Flatbush and Washington Avenues.

Geese graised on the frosted grass.

Southern magnolias stood petrified.

Persian ironwood buds held their breath.

Pussy willow laughed.

Crocuses cried. But pulled themselves together.

Winterberry glittered.

                                               (It comes in yellow, too.)

And the witch hazels let down their hair. 

 They were made for this.

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12 Months of New York