poem: the hermit goes out for a chore

going out the door
this early morn
for a quick chore

embraced by a breath
of cool, clean air
wrapped in a light breeze

the sunlight low on the horizon
bringing pristine surroundings
into to sharp relief

here on Bird Heaven Hill
with vitality and gratitude flowing
the old hermit’s heart is restored

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 25, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Bird Heaven Hill’