It's Still Life

V.
And the Forest Takes You Back Again

your heart was never mine—
only borrowed by the light,
by the resin’s golden cursive,
by the leaf that turned its face
to your breath and whispered,

i remember how you taste.

take this with you:
the way shadows lick your face
as you step onto the path home.
how the air, thick with green,
loosens one syllable from its throat
and tucks it into your pocket—
a seed,
a sigh,
a shard of sun.

the trees know you now.
they’ll keep your name written in rings,
in the spaces between roots
where the earth hums.

come hungry again.
the forest will always
have another page for you to write.

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 Mischief Reserved.