Tuesday, October 27, 2015

hermitage poems

dry leaves swirl
 whipping in tight circles
blowing in cold front winds


just one more poem
 a quick one
 captured
from a fading dawn dream


temple dog stirs
looks towards the full moonlight
settles back into bed

the tired monk


Posted by at

1 comment:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 27, 2015 at 11:49 AM

    I love it. I can see the leaves, feel the "fading dawn dream", see the dog raise his head, settle back down. I love your tired monk poems, my friend.

    ReplyDelete

Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)