suspension

the branch of the towering hackberry hangs there
suspended against the January wind
weighted by last night's fog that came on fast
and
thick thick
white-silver frosting enchanting the somber colors of winter
cut-with-a-knife fog
french-lieutenant's-woman fog
weaving timeless spells of holding
and forgiveness
the branch trembles & boils in a wind suddenly stronger
suddenly sure of trajectory
and forecast
pressed between white sky and brown earth

 suspended...
too warm for fog's coat of silver-white
breathing in
becoming this day
holding
forgiving