tonsured poems

the last remnant hair falls

shaken loose from robed shoulders

a little more grey this time

little baby monk hands rub

laughing at the stubble feel

then a kiss 

on this funny monk head

heaven

far off
just at the limit
of tired temple dog legs
a clearing

sun beams
cut the very sky
cloud splitting heaven
chords spill


it ends
a blink of an eye moment
less than a scientific second
a few tears roll

the monk
gathers the remnant notes
a small gleaning of glory

late spring haiku

white pine wandering
quick steps n'hops
over slushy rivulets

5:57

head foggy thick
early morning
deep dream muddled

shake those lingering dreams
out and away
with a strong french roast

Anvil Poem

sledge hammer swings
big thunder cracks
metal heats good n'hot

sweat beads flow
soaking hem deep
hammer raised high

weight crashes down
dust cloud flies - swirls
hammer head splits

  broken