walking stick swings in steady rhythm
the tired monk walks the path
up and over gnarled pine roots
and broken bedrock
heeding the mossy patches
just a bit further up the high bluff
stops
pours tea
breathes in woodland air
takes in lakes, a creek, a beaver pond
one lone island
a red fox wanders
out of the junipers
looks for a moment
smells the air
turns back
the way she came
two kits follow
the monk sips
one more taste of green tea
pick up his walking stick
jogs down the hill
laughing
The tired monk is rejuvenated by the beauty of nature that surrounds him and even jogs down the hill laughing....Hmmm wonder what was in that green tea :)
ReplyDeleteI have been listening to trump running on and on like a maniac and your poem probably just saved my sanity. It is lovely.
ReplyDeletean uplifting scene... rejoicing in nature...
ReplyDeleteEvocative scene-setting, the way the rhythm builds and the stops for tea, and the lovely cameo appearance of the fox and her kits. I love the gentleness of this poem.
ReplyDeleteBlissful scenes, especially enjoyable is the appearance of the fox & family and the joy of the monk.
ReplyDeleteNature's refreshment taken in like green tea! I can go for that.
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