Juztaposed
Shards of dormant life
Weave in and out of one another
In natural balance.
Borne of winters destitution,
Marked by the sickness of fragile limbs
And lifeless pods of seed,
The mangled twigs and boughs
Sway to and fro;
Basketing the winter sky
From common view.
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