A Satisfied Cathedral

I considered blueberry bushes
yesterday but didn’t buy any.  Today it’s
raining hard.  And the gloom of winter remains.

My dishwasher will not start, and my computer
monitor makes a high-pitched shriek.  I look out
my window toward evergreens, where damp air

is too warm for snow.  But even in February,
hope emerges—from the glow of a candle-
flame—and my heart becomes

a Byzantine cathedral of multi-colored tile.
I am bathed in incense and song, satisfied—
for the moment—with indoor light.

Looking Toward Daytona

And guess who’s atop the Power Rankings?

Yep, it’s Tony.

 You are so smart.

Happy Valentine’s Day