Thursday, November 10, 2011

the Tired Monk on Winter

the cold is coming
trees are bare black
the last leaves fly
soon snow will rip
under the temple door

dark days and dark moods...

or

the Tired Monk
joins the novices
with his freshly taped stick
robes, toque, old CCM gloves
set for a pond hockey night

20 comments:

  1. whenever my boss is on holidays, I am instructed to walk the dog and this morning i need to wear my hooded jacket and gloves. Yes winter is really here. guess we all need to think what we can do during the snow months or perhaps just hibernate and gain some more energy and strength for the next three seasons... :-)

    JJRod'z

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  2. Well...I never expected that second stanza! We can choose our experience can't we? Nice.

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  3. Old Ollie,

    I feel that The Tired Monk needs some winter warmth. A big hug might help!!!!

    Warmest Wishes,
    Eileen :)

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  4. He shoots, he scoooores! Aye my friend, tis the season of longer shadows indeed...keep your stick on the ice!

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  5. Oh I love this.......the darkness, or a fun game of hockey with the young novices. Wonderful!!!!! I know which one you pick!

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  6. If you can't beat the cold, have fun with it ~

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  7. tired monk and winter share something in common.
    time to a cup of coca.
    lovely winter piece.

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  8. or, please. or!!!! mostly always or!

    (buying snoeshoes today. i am excited!)

    xo
    erin

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  9. Definitely hockey eh? Score a goal for me!

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  10. Enjoy your game of ice hockey! Winter is the season to get active.

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  11. Brilliant piece of subverting expectation :) And there I was, gathering loving morsels of compassion about me, just as you were about to take your stick to the ice!

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  12. I am finding that there is something wonderful about growing older ... I am losing some of my sense of "Time Constraint" and gaining choices. Most excellent.

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  13. I love the imagery, "bare black" before all hell breaks lose~

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  14. Nice perspective. A little shinny with post Kilkenny and B&B. Feel the jewels thawing away from the thigh.

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  15. Here's to Canadian winter's...ready or not it's coming. I totally 'felt' this poem. It's that kind of day in Ontario:)

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