Suspended

Suspended.

A garden in winter.

Branches hanging low with the weight of the snow-capped, frozen splinters waiting to happen.

Shattered grass, ice rubble borders.

Uneasy chill harmony poised to spring into moreish discord.

Disgorged from light, dark nights over glazed blood orange, greet us, put us down.

Still.

Waiting.

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