It's Still Life

I. Senryu
dust from distant sands
even the old oaks seem unsure
which land they belong to

II. Haiku
sahara drifting
bare branches fade into mist
far from their desert

III. Sahara Morning, West Sussex

This morning
the woods forgot their colour.

Oak and birch
stood quietly in borrowed air,
their branches holding
a breath from another continent.

Somewhere far away
a desert wind lifted its hand,
and here
in my Sussex garden
the light turned pale with memory.

Dust travels farther
than we imagine.

Even the trees seem to listen
as Africa
passes softly through them.

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Some images created with Midjourney (but not this one — taken with my old Canon); all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.