It's Still Life

Mint Bright

because the air bites
cool and wintergreen,
and bare bough trees
hang withered leaves,

and because they fall,
they crunch like sugared
cones and crispy flake,
and because days are

rushing into heavy fog
and damp brick walls,
and because autumn’s
halo golden glows —

we will eat minty green
ice cream because we can.

© Misky 2016, written for Poetic Bloomings “Ice Cream“