Cutting wood and carrying water
Mind empty with no effort
Nearly stepped in the spring
I hum all day and no repetition
Wind soughs through fir balsams
Night silence so thick I hear it
Can’t keep things straight
Stars don’t seem to mind
“The night silence so thick I can hear it.” speaks to my heart.
I was never a poetry fan – until now. Your 43 words are truly a work of art!