The Hermit Speaks

The Hermit Speaks / Benjamin Rozonoyer

To glisten red-headed copper
s been left behind;
Through fields of grasshopper
I wandered blind.

Winter seeped and swept,
The crust grew thick, then thinned;
Upon the lake that slept
In summer-spells of grass-shore wafted wind.

Neath where the sun’s white rush
The sky traversed,
From widening wells of spring-gush
The salmon burst.


The Hermit Speaks: Copyright 2022 by Benjamin Rozonoyer. All rights reserved.

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