It's Still Life

If You Were …

from deep moss,
cushioning twisted roots of wood,
or white spring’s burning bloom,

or if you were
shadow dimness under oak boughs,
thickly thatched in forest home
or night’s roof,

if you were …
a new memory would daily rush the air.

Written for PAD Day 24 (Poem-a-Day Challenge) “If You ( If You ) 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.