Humbucker Poems
Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Thursday, May 26, 2016
a spring walk
striding deeper
down a grown in path
by the dry creek bed
something moves
out in the clearing
just a corner eye glimpse
move in a little closer
peer through
the new birch leaves
a raccoon playing
with her spring kits
Newer Posts
Older Posts
Home
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)