It's Still Life

Stars Still Fall

Some moments I hold,
some I let free
to the wind.

Here and now,
I make peace, that wind
always blows, and

stars always fall,
burning smooth
to the ground.

Tell me of hope,
of yours,
and I’ll tell of you mine,

and we will share
our connections
while the world goes on.

Image: Breton Women, the Meeting in the Sacred Grove by Paul Serusier, c.1892; Le Pouldu, France. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter