It's Still Life

Nature: Poem 1 or 4

I.
To Stitch the Sky Green

Here, the trees
press close, and you’ll hear
a thousand summers
stored in their veins.

The leaves stitch to the sky
so thick
the sun must thread itself,
needle-fine,
through every gap—
every golden yarn.

Breathe—
the air is deep with scents
of damp soil,
petrichor,
and unfinished stories.
Quiet—between notes
as the wind listens.

This is where light learns patience,
where shadows pool
like spilled ink,
where time
forgets to count itself.

Step softly—the earth remembers
every footfall,
every whispered thanks.

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 11 with Prompt: Nature. 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 Rights & Mischief Reserved.