What Crosses My Mind

  • Just Waking – A Sonnet

    When the skies are meant to design my day Reflect upon the chosen roads carve my way While shadow the puddles from the rains Remind ourselves as we joyful splash remains ~ Soothe the eyes inside restful morning’s light Awaken the dreams, desires, places we might Satisfy our needs as we discuss the hours beyond…

  • Sweet Summer Rose

    When now the time is upon our eyes, the days of sweet summer beckon a certain rose twirled inside blue skies, I feel a wonderful breeze I’d reckon. ~ When children run the streets so free, to live another day in happiness we take for granted our lives might be alive with very little duress.…

  • Five Days, Five Photos – Day Two; On Diversity

    I have this notion, that if we could sometime just put all of our fears aside, and recognize one another for our beauty and grace, there wouldn’t be nearly as much anxiety in our lives. Perhaps I am speaking for myself, but I really do wonder. I know many years ago, a friend of mine…

  • Slipping Further

    We know the mist when in a morning of indecision, glance further, hope for a sign, yet we walk in wander seeing the same. On an occasional daybreak, we recognize fog, a surreal enveloping storm of breeze, teasing the ground, to allow our mind to imagine, a surreal perhaps spiritual mystique. Speak of its beauty,…

  • 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…