Excitement’s Toil

Give me passion
And I will fish
Or teach the herd

Lighted fire
Will burn right through
Night besotted

While the trail blazed
By fiery fishing
Glories memory

Oils cover
Unclean carpets
Sodden unfeelingly

Unseen mind
A blessing price
Examination deferred

Contemplation waste
Lost in this haste
What if passion ebbed?

For seeing the snow
Globules loll
Across the lamplit street

Ignites the heart
A deeper call
Each beat counted slow