you pour out
the oil into my hands
some remains

i let the oil slip
through my fingers
but some remains

At Mass
sharing a hymnal--
tiny ladybug

winter
heavy snow; freezing cold
frozen flag

the sun sets
skeleton trees cry
crystal tears

evening light
illuminates a path
through the snow

poetry shared
across the shadows
music

moving
in frozen space
alone

the soul
hurling through
frozen space