What Crosses My Mind

  • Across The World

    We celebrate together in a charm A love in wonder spoken free With added tease in morning alarm The children horde their candy ~ Such little cause to worry of their greed Youthful ambition, the search The plastic spheres is only their need While the world arrives in church. ~ Inside the facade of precious…

  • “The World is Watching”

    Tradition suggests acknowledge ourselves In scheme, our spiritual karma wanes, Like to believe that humanity delves Where love in peace speaks hopeful gains. ~ Wild abandon ills principled decline In our children’s eyes we extinguish fire, That reckoning once spoke roses and whine Today, private anguish will less inspire. ~ Young minds of tomorrow whose direction…

  • Walking Toward the Moon

    We could navigate firm ground alive play the fool to see a mind survive. All children must conform to a rope length set by elders, might we  hope ~ enough to sweep their hearts in motion. A traveling caravan of wild emotion pervades the mind of the little eyes; shall we imagine society’s ills, lies…

  • Old Neighborhood Stories

    I drove past today, said hello to nature nearby, years older, more sage, aware of everything I commonly ignored. I wondered about their being here, knowing when then, I would frequent their energy, with thoughts of my own, total disconnect yet within their stone-reaching range, always a touch, or easy duck to avoid interrupting their…

  • Kids Don’t Get It

    I was twelve, I didn’t know that it hurt too much shock, confusion, no one understood, as much as I retold the story, oh, there were the hugs, the sorry, but then at twelve it was time to play again, if it didn’t happen to you, it didn’t happen to anyone. I was twelve.

  • On Cloudy Afternoon

    Measure the moment we respond to that which attracts our eye skies may be cloudy beyond while we examine questions why. ~ While we examine questions why our eyes will well up in a flash a quick glance a memory we espy our soul-searching ringlet sash ~ our soul-searching ringlet sash provides a lofty circumstance one hopes may quick…

  • This Child Again

    This child again listens to the echo, keeps calling, speaking in quiet tones, when once, the world was large, now no one really knows. ~ This child again, on sunny mornings, at the crack of a new day, would venture out, seek new horizon, fresh spruce and damp soil. ~ This child again, when death…

  • Where Now Is

    Cross the street with marble concrete built to form everyday without a thought this seems the norm. Look about the avenue and see the eyes that meet traffic likens by autos, bicycles, walkers compete ~ A child nearby cradled in the nurtured hands of mom recalls how fast the cars go by, from whence they…

  • Sleep Little Children

    We are a fancy lot, our trends, our needs, our visual aids, yet we need to sleep, no matter the place or time … When you glance think of your comforts, imagine a day without your favorite linens, such hardships, such unfair realities, then recall, imagine … There are those we take for granted, we…

  • Follow Rocks

    I would walk barefoot as a child, seeking something over there, something unique on the other end, didn’t matter the moisture, stepping into creek waters, slipping and skinning a knee, while searching for that something unique on the other end. recall the glorious spring sunshine, bouncing reflective waves in soils driven by Nature’s progressive trail,…