It's Still Life

An Everywhere Poem: Over The Mole

sun rises.
tops the trees.
crow on a branch.

squirrel runs
the fence length,
cheeks full
of autumn.

rose buds yesterday.
opened today.

hard to know
if that’s pink
or peach.

I heard
there’s a boy,

ten, — perhaps

hanging
over the stream.

school children
found him —

from the footbridge
over the stream
that disappears
underground
not far from here.

the one
we locals call
the River Styx.

Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up.

Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.