It's Still Life

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to lie still with woodland moss, 
a daffodil — 
this is life now 

life then 
when I was quick — 
white-ruffed, 

a surprise 
at the crest of a hill, 

off and away,
a glint of silver

my shadow never tired 
of my speed 

morning sun
a kiss 

ecstasy 
then

and still

Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: express (speed)