The Gristmill
Bright among the trees, red walls
shelter sleeping machines. Silently,
the mill watches over the spring.
Blue green water from deep secret caves
splashes down the mill race
but no longer turns turbines.
Dragonflies dart through the reeds.
Summer hums a drowsy tune.
June 6, 2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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