What Crosses My Mind

  • Autumn Sunrise

    Picture silent beauty of the fallen cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew Would we lives would suspend among such few swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken   While lives do merit certain ambience having understood time in element sweet farewell of arid temperament with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance   In morning humanity…

  • Winter Winds

    Cool air soaking in the forest quiet nearby we know it waits we realize our lives will need warmth, we are readily restored by a the sharp brace of winter winds makes us feel alive again. A society relies upon the changing seasons to market their lives, where else would we find ourselves planning for…

  • Whisper Autumn

    While skies begin a stretch of cooler winds body seeming to recognize limits each stepping stone, virtual time rescinds calculate further storm than time admits. ~ A child witness color – aging leaves headstrong emotions tacked upon crackles like a midnight fire sparks ember heaves slow to respond yet beauty sheds shackles. ~ Perhaps a…

  • 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…

  • The Door is Open

    How remarkable to imagine another period of our lives measured in time, in knowledge, in hopes, in tribulations, in grief, in discovery, in coming of age, the doors are opening all across the horizon, in each avenue of growth, in every challenge to our passion. the doors are opening to allow minds to become alert…

  • 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…