It's Still Life

A Poem for Still Life …

Moon. Trees. River. Fallen leaves.
One plain brown bird whose heart
Rings like trinkets. Winged chorister.

Each star. A far beacon breaks
A new day for an old world. Every
Dawn writes new poems for thee.

I would not teach a nightingale to
Sing sweetly, nor snout this night
For truffles under a halo moon.

A young north wind feeds the air.
My winter garden. Leaves of light.
I dream of kisses all this night.

Be a fallen leaf. A jewel we want
To taste. Be birdsong to still my air.
I’ll drown in your thousand springs.

A cadralor poem form written for PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 16: The title of the poem should be A Poem for “blank”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.