It's Still Life

Rooted in Pines

A friend once told me,
visit a graveyard
when you’re depressed.

You will feel happier.

There’s a twitch width
between this
life and death.

But I’m happy to root myself
under tall pines,

and I’m not enticed
by a ledge that invents
a leap.

For De’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets – to include is any form of the word “pine”. A quadrille poem is 44 words, sans title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.