What Crosses My Mind

  • Listening, As Bullfrogs Might

    Outside my window, The sky black in twilight, No breeze to offer an anxious Tear into a calm evening.   Except the bullfrogs near Must be a dozen at least A three sound utterance Shared by another nearby   Three times that’s all, Perhaps the pitch might change, Another again will chime in, They’ll all…

  • Lines

    Glance across great body of water, See a family of fowl travel near Look to notice crystal waves appear The magic of earth is all the matter   Birds sing in the hidden pine of morning A quiet reminder that love is in the air, Symbolic in its historic grasp of where Our lives begin…

  • Whisper My Name

    To be heard By her magic symphony I am the audience She the mystery   Oh, to know the many Value of this body of mystique The waves lapping shoreline Only to be heard.   I wonder the soul She keeps in quiet harmony, The many lives, the sea men Leaving wives and children home…

  • The Water’s Edge

    I’ve often stood here, Seeing the glass, Mystique Is nature’s remedy   A soft whispering cacophony Waves sing forever, In the trees they are listening, Chanting, Living in sweet serenity   Oh to know the mystery What lies ahead Is in the arms of a cradled soul So distant yet near We are all inside…

  • We Breathe In The Woods

    Out here beyond the concrete and stale excess, A certain community evolves like a wind-swept Gale of unbridled beauty inside natural elegance. ~ Inside this forest of bush and briar, the green pines, The essence of pristine glory our mother earth gives So free is a waiting testament of a spiritual order. ~ I am…