Saturday, April 2, 2016

Early Spring Forest Poem

thick icy drip falls
  plunges
from white pine heights
gaining velocity

clips a frozen leaf
sending it spinning
moving like a mouse
fooling a young
pouncing fox


the Tired Monk 
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3 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyApril 2, 2016 at 1:03 PM

    I love the image of that young pouncing fox. Always happy to read a Tired Monk poem!

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  2. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerApril 2, 2016 at 1:03 PM

    Such a moment! You can hold your breath and watch the world in moments like this!

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  3. hyperCRYPTICalApril 8, 2016 at 2:43 PM

    As ever a beautiful write Brother Ollie.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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