Monday, March 14, 2011

The Tired Monk's Early Spring

curtains flung wide
doors swung open
fresh spring air flows

winter's dust swept
out onto cobble walks
wet with shrinking snow

the abbess smiles
brings out her flowers
loved in sun beam light

24 comments:

  1. nicely done- reminds me I need to do the same!

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  2. I love it! I can see the abbess' smile, the broom whisking, the lovely, grateful flowers.

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  3. Ollie,
    A wonderfully uplifting poem. Tired monk is feeling very motivated by the arrival of the first signs of spring.

    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  4. A very inviting, smile-producing image.

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  5. Delightful imagery, a smile blooms!

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  6. you've captured the delicate change of season. thanks for the share.

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  7. What a hopeful, upbeat poem! I love the final stanza - one can visualize this, and get a smile from hers, too.

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  8. okay okay- obviously we all need to do a bit of Spring Cleaning! Lovely poem!!!

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  9. Early Spring ~ if only! At least I can clean, and pretend. Very nice, your Magpie!

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  10. a cheerful poem to read as the snow finally melts.

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  11. Beautiful! The air is finally warming up here but not enough to bring out flowers yet! I will carry your poem around until then!

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  12. Such a lovely welcome to spring. Enjoy, it's autumn here.

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  13. I look forward to a day like that. For now, the spring rain is just like the winter rain and the autumn rain...

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  14. yay for springtime...I always enjoy your work xo

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  15. Ollie, I love this. It is so nice to finally experience spring again after the long winter.

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  16. A perfect discription of the birth of Spring.

    Anna :o]

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  17. Ollie this is a wonderful ode' to spring, and to your lovely Abbess! :-)

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  18. Beautiful image. Maybe the Abbess could throw a few cold ones in the fridge for the ol' Abbott..no?

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  19. sweet and simple times.

    my children are on their bikes bucking the slush. i stood a few minutes staring at a puddle.

    xo
    erin

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