What Crosses My Mind

  • Sigh, Autumn

    A heavy weight streams beyond a worried eye skin tease a glint of aftershock in sky, summer wind reveals the loss, Her hot ardor romantic wisp, now memories adore ~ When as a lad out the doors I could run passion a reminder of setting sun hours ahead an arctic ground would near then frozen…

  • Wish You Were Here

    I wish now, I knew then, the importance of walks. The steps always seemed so burdensome, oh to just use automation instead of tireless journeys. I would walk with you, knowing I would follow you anywhere, just the two of us, together, yet I’ve never really understood, until just today, when the smells of fall…

  • Morning Fall in Haiku

    leaves Whisper loud the breeze will carry our soul no tear allowed ~ hazy morning sunrise stream in quiet Whisper notice good to be wise ~ simple flower fold to time I Whisper grateful will I be thought old ~ cover my release when sky chills seasonal autumn Whisper sweet my peace

  • Designed Day Dreams

    I remember that day, it was 7th grade civics class We had to draw the landscape the colors turning. We could see. When then we each with a notepad began to venture into a faraway retreat away, the sky brilliance our guide toward a fantasy. ~ I was unable to recall later that cold December…

  • I Teach

    *** August smiles, brilliant fall colors give pastel accents to carve a path home. ~ Aging, beauty to present a state of mind delightful, happy, invigorates our energy. ~ For now reflection is immediate only a moment’s glance suggests sweet shelter. ~ Doors will open anticipation screams through the distant halls recalled, fresh, familiar. ~ new faces,…

  • Wild Skies

    Feel life brisk High pressure settle in Crisp, autumn morning With blasts Draping serious skies Winter’s scorn is upon us all A heaviness basks in air Time now Time asks for preparation Nestling When once we were alone … ~ Quiet morning  sun piques behind Wandering winds Haunting as the settling sky Corrals summer’s eve…

  • I Am A Teacher

    When I was a child and the autumn leaves began to turn I would listen to my mother while we walked to school in pace Her gait a proud posture evincing energy’s evolved sojourn Me walking by her side, carrying my lumber (a trumpet in case) I love this time of year When summer’s time…