Early on a Winter’s Morn.

No wind, pre-sunrise,
Tranquility descending.
Winter, free of snow.

Light Awakens

The light awakens
Dawn drives us briskly forwards
Amongst the living

Waiting

Sit, waiting for God,
Grasping tranquility’s joy.
Peacefulness transcends.

Brutality’s Dream

The world existing
Entrenched brutality deep
Sunlight clears the fog

Winter Sun

Cold sunlight flowing
Burning deeply to my core
Freeing from despair

Change is upon us

Darkness hints at cold
Wintertime’s whispered approach
Dew drops now frozen

Emptiness of cynicism

Cynicism’s dead
Devoid of joyous dreaming
Vanishes like mist