Lacking compassion
Says so much more about you
Than any words can
poetry, prose, and photography

With frost on the ground
The snow’s remnants remaining
March’s progressing?
Daylight Savings Time
An archaic exercise
I am not a fan
For so long
I’ve worshipped
At logic’s altar
The cold linear stone now
Seems empty to me
Time to go within
Into mystery
The unspoken certainly
Arising from hope
And the love
For beauty

I think of beauty
There are so many choices
Tell me you love
Not yet dawn
Morning’s air chills
Blankets more inviting
Soon will grab some tea
