Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Brrrrrrrrr! I can even hear the beeping! Good one, Ollie.
can we stay in stanza i with the covers to our noses? in the distance the trucks beep elsewhere, not able to get through.)xoerin
i cant wait for the first snow..its so magical...i am kinda glad even if the truck wakes me cause we are usually last to be dug out...
I live in a place where this happens. Good stuff.
ollieeeee been missing you buddy!
hahaha...yeah, I remember those noisy snow trucks. worse, sometimes it would knock down the mail post as it backed up in a hurry. snow, it is nice as it's coming down and you can have a choice to stay in the house. it goes down hill afterwards. enjoyed reading this.
Only 11 more ways of looking at snow to go... These were just a taste.
There's something magical about those pre-dawns when it's snowed overnight, you've captured it beautifully here. And oh grrr! those snowplows...
love the idea of snow,refreshing imagery.
Hi OO, very whimsical look at the beginning of Winter's reign, but if it wasn't the plow it'd be the garbage truck ;-)
Brrr - Christmas light blue is cold.
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That's it, Ollie. I'm compelled to link and share these, if that's okay with your good self?
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.