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
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