Saturday, July 20, 2013

night walks


heat breaks
little breeze
rustles in

glistening skin
finally dries

the tired monk
walks the forest
bathes in the new cooler
cold front air


hemlocks and pines ally
to block the star light
and banish moon beams

still the monk walks
back to the temple
guided by firefly light

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

silent poem

a poem
a small poem
etched out of the silence
just a few pen scratches

last note
of a fading song

Brother Ollie