It's Still Life

A Book Called: WE DO THIS ‘TIL WE FREE US
            (so we can walk with snowdrops again)

Rain and sop. A walk home
in a wet reddish twilight,
and watched over
by a corroded moon.

It felt too warm for January,
this passive rain that tugs me
underfoot. This lilting suck
of mud, and a splash across

the sidewalk. Cars and cars,
they splash and swerve, and
so I cut across the green, along
the slop and moss, but wait …

what sweet and sour fragrance
rises from the grass and earth.

Written for GoDogGo Café. A Book called “We Do This ‘Til We Free Us From Winter” – Constraint: The title of a book is included in the title or the body of your poem, and for Miz Quickly’s Day 12 Words: sidewalk, splash, mud, felt.  [note: “green” is like a park where sport]   ©Misky 2022. Photo by Chandler Cruttenden on Unsplash. Shared with #amwriting #GoDOGGoCafe  #GreatReadsPromptChallenge on Twitter