What Crosses My Mind

  • Nature Is An Ask

    We wind our humanity across a babbling stream call it our own of course for we say we belong. Matters little life of a creature seeming dream this haven feed silence in their tiny world long.   Scrape away life with corrosive blades of pain the construct of a vision far beyond that of game.…

  • Deep In The Wood

    I did hear a scream, It wasn’t a city street A forest it would seem To hold so many sound The wind had calmed Now in the distant mystique A cry could be the sound.   An animal I would surmise Caught in the moonlit stars A bright horizon left exposed This creature of the…

  • Morning Glory

    The rains were cleansing anew forest green Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain ~ We realize here today we are visitors In world around their natural dense lairs ~ We might build and structure lives around them We always know animals eye a gem ~ Stay far away amidst humanity Instincts speak aloud, no…