It's Still Life

IN-BETWEEN RAIN AND WIND

Everything’s taken on the colour
of a wood pigeon.
Dull splatter and wet clotted leaves,
fossil-brittle and lost of their rattle.

Spring they say is just
around the corner. It might be so,
the yellow catkins hang
and flit in the wind.

And when that first scent
of emerald chlorophyll fills the air,
I plan to pack away
my pigeon-grey woollens.

Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge: ‘plan’. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney