It's Still Life

Beyond All the Summers I’ve Seen

It’s the start of the day,
light in the thicket and the wood.

There’s a mellow light, mellower than sunrise,
somewhere yellower than daffodils,
somewhere beyond all the summers I’ve seen.

Yellow, like honey, yet somehow sweeter—
sweeter than love letters yet to be sent.
Where light writes the names of pardons on leaves.
A mellow light that knows everything
and follows me like a rhyme chasing the wind.

That’s what I see
when I sit here in the garden.

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) for Writers’ Digest  Day 2 “From where I sit…”. 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 2006-2025 All Mischief Reserved.