Perhaps giving thanks
will thaw my frozen spirit—
autumn stubbornness.
Blues
Sunday morning blues—
a cup of bitter cocoa
as the spirit moves
Spirit
an ailing spirit
searching for a resting place
under leaf and stone
Contradiction
his pockmarked face
belying the gentleness
of his spirit
Companions
Spirit, bread and wine—
companions for the journey
on the goodly path.