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.