What Crosses My Mind

  • In Autumn

    Recent winds begin a turn symbolic is sudden change we can feel in our bones sweet remedy in tones of rapidly drawing a map, surely memory we grasp. ~ Would that our lives have remind of winter’s rasp so near, the air is a whisper of another in sudden nature willingly drawn upon skin that…

  • the ‘august’ of my childhood

    for I remember when only as a child I would on a hilltop nearby cry out my fears alone at the edge of gravel a pathway held my dreams and my sanity for alone I could scream without being known, only I might be the wiser in a world so overthrown as some confusion, the…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

  • Wander Wild Abandon

    Welcome in the rains of summer please, the changing of the season’s guild. We will soon forget the arctic torment, cried our souls for warmth and grace. human realities will begin to appease those necessary rituals of sunlit faith, toward risque highlights, and low cut silks that will arouse a man’s eyes, tight fabrics that…

  • The Walk was more Telling

    We used to do this all the time I’d knock on your door Hear the creak in the steps just before Your hand played the handle’s rhyme   This sunny afternoon in our august Our lives were together Yet the cavernous weather Had begun to take notice of our lust   We always played the…