Tuesday, October 27, 2015

hermitage poems

dry leaves swirl
 whipping in tight circles
blowing in cold front winds

just one more poem
 a quick one
from a fading dawn dream

temple dog stirs
looks towards the full moonlight
settles back into bed

the tired monk

1 comment:

  1. I love it. I can see the leaves, feel the "fading dawn dream", see the dog raise his head, settle back down. I love your tired monk poems, my friend.


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