A Hermit’s Day Poem by Kong Yin

A Hermit’s Day



First of all, I will fetch ice water
from the glacial lake to boil;
the blue-sky and white-cloud tastes
will all be mixed in it.

Then I will stroll in the woods of the valley
where snow, tenacious flowers and berries linger.

Next I will visit the spotted bird
to see if she has enough
straw and seeds in her nest.

After that I will chat with the big rock,
asking if he has any
recent discoveries or stories.

Lastly, I will retreat to the small room of my soul,
and sit with her near the fire,
chattering and laughing.
When it is time to leave
I will surrender a crumpled bouquet of flowers
that I had clutched to my chest
and place it on her warm palms.

A Hermit’s Day
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 07 December 2015

Nicely written, Kong. I am a hermit and felt this was lovely

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