It's Still Life

My Thoughts Are Bared and Lost 

to amber flares of bracken, there
in the deep floodwaters
of last night’s storm, a moment snared
on the heather heaths and meaty petrichor,
crows fly the low wintered sun, and
you and I are lost in the New Forest
where air owns the sounds of church bells
and the hued views of the River Itchen.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 22: EZ Rhyme.  The image is my own: The River Itchen. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021