Tuesday, January 26, 2016

evening

light fades
dimming forest dark
cold seeps
through the temple walls

cast a knit blanket
up over my shoulders
stoke the hearth fire

wait
for morning light
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  1. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 26, 2016 at 8:33 PM

    I see the Tired Monk, pulling the blanket higher....cold where you are, I hear.

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