Friday, September 28, 2012

fall morning

cold floors
seeping drafts
darkness

summer robe
all too thin
this morning

first coffee brewing
as the furnace clicks on
basement deep

a burst of heat
up through the vents
a monk smiles

5 comments:

  1. I love the awakening throughout, life moving.

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  2. A lovely gentle poem - I'm smiling too!

    Anna :o]

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  3. Yes, always a happy monk when the furnace WORKS. We have one on its last legs - there is always held breath and suspense: will it run another winter? PULL-LEEZ?????????????

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