It's Still Life

A Cadralor Poem for the Apostle Trees

I.
not bare anymore
but still mostly remembering
winter in the wood

II.
the old lime tree
decides, one small leaf at a time,
to return to itself

III.
between old branches
spring lights its smallest candles
and waits for wind

IV.
the sky moves through it
blue caught in the blackened limbs
like breath through prayer

V.
not yet in full leaf
still the tree lifts into light
certain of return

Some images are not a collaboration with Midjourney, although all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.