Wednesday, July 13, 2016


with one word - "absent"
and one stern look

I was wandering
a lonely path
thick and grown in
with new ferns
and old fallen trees
deep in the forest
with my old
temple dog

the tired monk

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

New Temple Dog

new temple dog
wag spins
scatters kibbles
across the floor

chases toys
whirling through
of half penned poems

the old temple dog
looks on
ambles back to bed

Friday, June 3, 2016

Light in the Forest

there is light out there
coming through
the new spring leaves

a lost meadow
a deer filled glade
a huge beaver pond stocked
with bass - - -?

the tired monk pushes through
a gnarly hemlock stand

into desolation

reads the signs
 Private Road
 No Trespassing
 Luxury Estate Homes

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

Friday, April 15, 2016

tired fox

tired fox
flicking through
the early morning shadows

bone weary
from moonlit stalking
yet sated
on mallard flesh

down deep
in her musty den
as the sun
breaks the ridge

Monday, April 11, 2016


I don't
want to
about it.

let me think
on the lost lyrics
spinning out
of crackling vinyl

no words
just strumming
what you feel
hammered pulled
with vibrating notes

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Early Spring Forest Poem

thick icy drip falls
from white pine heights
gaining velocity

clips a frozen leaf
sending it spinning
moving like a mouse
fooling a young
pouncing fox

the Tired Monk