It's Still Life

A Season’s Edge 

The air breathes through me 
in glass clear notes. 

Sweetly sad, my mind, 
like a grieving heart on the edge 
of happy memories. 

And there!
Primroses in the snow. 
Spring! Spring! 

I catch its pleasure, thankful 
I’ve survived another winter. 
Inhale its periwinkle breath. 

Forget me not, I whisper. 
Forget me not. 

Written for JusJoJan 10 Jan: periwinkle. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting