Poetry Matters

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Category: Blank Verse

Hermitage

Early evening shadows

fill the lower valley like dark water

trees sway in its slow moving currents

birds drift like fish.

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From a gate at the edge of the path

that leads down into the valley

a man studies the lighted windows of farmhouses

gold flecks against the blue-green rise of far hills.

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A jet passes high overhead,

thin vapor trail shimmering in moonlight.

I am alone- he thinks – truly alone.

Solitude is my home.

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Three hawklings rise above his head

fly off calling to each other.

He returns to his hermitage

and writes in his journal: happiness.

 

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Awakening

Day 37/365:  Cardinal in the Snow

Image by ehpien via Flickr

First splash of red:

a cardinal, color of sunrise,

shimmers in the snow crusted hedge.

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Sharp crack of breaking ice echoes

across  the far field.

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Suddenly

from bare trees

behind the brick house

a thousand starlings rise.