Donald Traxler's Poetry
Friday, July 19, 2019
The Hermit / ᎤᏩᏒᎶ
He rises from the shadows,
light clinging to his agèd frame,
curious, bemused,
and silent.
ᎠᏨᏯᎢ ᎤᎵᏌᎳᏙᏓᏎ ᎤᏓᏴᎳᏛᏗ ᏂᏛᎴnᏅᏓ,
ᎤᎸᏌᏓ ᏓᎧᏅᏬᏗᏔ
ᎤᏤᎵ ᎠᎦᏴᎵ ᎠᏰᎸ ᏗᏜ,
ᎠᏍᏆᏂᎪᎯ, ᎠᎧᏲᏙᏗᏔ,
ᎠᎴ ᏙᏄᏛᎿ.
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler ꮨᏺꭽꮅ.
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