Wednesday, January 29, 2014

on forest monks

bike path is choked
push on
climbing over windrow trees

looking for signs, clues
some remnant of the old forest monks

a few planks from a broken bridge
   tea pot full of muddy rain water weeds
a roofless shack, and a fallen chair

they've moved on
good as lost
beyond this forest deep

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

summer poem in winter

minivan roads erode
cut through the trees
swampy and stunted
  as they were
town home rows
float on marshy soil
red wing blackbirds
move on

Monday, January 13, 2014

snow plow prayers

blade crunches curb
snow plow rumbles past
shakes a tired monk awake
       rises from sleeping mat

Friday, January 10, 2014

snow on the path

a gust
hood slips free
tousled toque slides
on the newly shaven brink

monk pushes
a few more scoops
  clears the path
straightens his precarious hat