A spirit calm
within the stillness
beneath rushing wings,
chanting in my creek,
the highest it’s ever been
in June.
The balm of morning
cloaks the mind
for solar infusion.
Curiosity bubbles and froths
in this waiting,
abiding the time to heal.
An incantation
evokes serenity in
the spirit-
song of the Hermit
-alone
finding center within
my heart.
~Jewls