the shallow excuses of literalists
intricate and pretty
a frosted window
a garden at dawn in stasis
potentially dangerous
to buds and immaturity
hanging with spiders’ webs
by a thread
because in the night we said so

icy echo of a moment’s breath
isolated out of context
of breath’s agenda
penetrating from the surface
a cold carapace
real temporary winter – death
haunts the skin
lingering when gone
as we jog along in fullness
to the reprise of the sun

A.H (18th&20th April 2022)

a revision that’s come quickly, toni