Friday, September 28, 2012

fall morning

cold floors
seeping drafts
darkness

summer robe
all too thin
this morning

first coffee brewing
as the furnace clicks on
basement deep

a burst of heat
up through the vents
a monk smiles
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2012 at 6:06 AM

    I love the awakening throughout, life moving.

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  2. hyperCRYPTICalSeptember 28, 2012 at 6:45 AM

    A lovely gentle poem - I'm smiling too!

    Anna :o]

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  3. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 28, 2012 at 12:42 PM

    Yes, always a happy monk when the furnace WORKS. We have one on its last legs - there is always held breath and suspense: will it run another winter? PULL-LEEZ?????????????

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  4. erinSeptember 28, 2012 at 4:32 PM

    me too)))

    xo
    erin

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  5. signed...bkmSeptember 28, 2012 at 5:37 PM

    Love this old monk's life...bkm

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