Friday, January 29, 2016

winter lights

Christmas light strands
hang down dead n'dim
in the north wind

power flickers
with each cold gust

low rumble
out beyond
the curve
blue lights flash
whirl into view

the county plow
pushing back
 deep snow
 and darkness

the Tired Monk

Thursday, January 28, 2016

temple gates

no need for locks
or latches hooking
the gates tight

no footprints
will disturb the new
dusting snow

oh this lonely temple

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

tired monk's courage


to face the razor
don the robes
nights of hard duty

to take on most
 holy vows
to retreat deep
tend the hearth fires
walk the walls
guard the sacred gates

to pray
look within
find the strength
to walk down
from the temple
and serve

winter duties

snow sifts in
stretching out
in neat little lines

wind whistles and lashes
the darkened light strands

the tired monk
shovels the walk
pushing back the cold

Tuesday, January 26, 2016


light fades
dimming forest dark
cold seeps
through the temple walls

cast a knit blanket
up over my shoulders
stoke the hearth fire

for morning light

Thursday, January 21, 2016

SG Poem

electric crackling
humming feedback fades
with the turn of a dial

slow steady
just six notes

no whirling robes
no hammering
of the gods

a touch of vibrato
more punctuation
than punk

Friday, January 8, 2016

north wind poem

salt stains
splatter robe cuffs
ice cracking
in windy tree branches

pull my hood up
sinking deeper
tucking in tight
against the sleet

stretch out
shovel sore back
look to the horizon
a little more light 
each day

Thursday, January 7, 2016

my robes

robes still fit
even after seven years
 a couple thousand days
 of tired monk duties

they're rumpled
but I slip them on
that the wrinkles
will fall out

the tired monk