It's Still Life

It’s Just After Dawn When

a person can be reborn
by the shine and glimmer of it all.

The sea.
The bluff.
Seagulls and terns.
Thistles and grass.

A blue-veined smear of water
rounds on the middle deep,

daybreak lifting and lightening
the water, the cliffs scrawled by wind.

And on the ridge above the beach
next to an August-hardened dirt road,

brambles tumbled in dust, drying
in the last of the summer sun.

I fill a teacup with blackberries.
They drop hard and solid from lack of rain.

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For K’s Petite Pen 2 August. Image is by Julia Rigby. #petitepen and dVerse Poets “August prompt” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter