Hermitage Thoughts, by Julie Rutherford

Hermitage Thoughts

Woodpecker tapping
Surprises me
Out of solitude   When I wake
Nothing..
Heavy mist over the cornfield   In the still and silent wood
The hermitage..
In September’ s hot summer heat
A leaf, falls
I hear the early sigh of the autumn's wind   Watching a rabbit
Nibble grass
He can't see me
He has no face   Leak in sink
Water drips into bucket
Drip   Drip

poems.one - Julie Rutherford

Julie Rutherford