It's Still Life

Write Me a Silver Lining

The turn of a word
that ploughs deep as the note of
sharp-toned larks, that word, that cold
like Rostock winters,
but we still so love to watch
the breeze writing on birch leaves.

Poetic Form: Choka (5.7.7/repeated)  Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter