It's Still Life

A Too Brief Moment

Did you listen
to morning dew glisten,

alas
did you hear my footfall,
shoeless, crunching grass.
Ask yourself when you last
heard silence.

Last night we stood
in Leicester Square, where
fairy-lights dazzled the air,
and I caught your still shadow
next to mine.

dVerse Quadrille #46 “crunch” and Twiglet #53 “still shadows”.
Image is my own © Misky 2017