What Crosses My Mind

  • River Lore

    I was all alone. Me and the river, A sea of mystery below me. A soft breeze blew through let me feel the lake’s mastery. I wondered about the history of my rock let my imagination flow with the natural current. I could sit here all day along, Imagine those before me. The rock has…

  • Quiet Stream

    Water ripples upon sun baked rocks glints of morning light play music the eyes of summertime. ~ If my line can land just beyond above the current a soft settle might then I borrow from the pools a master swimmer lights my reel. ~ A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal, those small boulders like…

  • Outside, the Rains

    With only a few drops to touch the patio blocks i can return home again, to picture window mornings watching the birds sift through the rain in natural habitat, I do recall the street became gradually river like, creating the later streams in culverts home-made sailboats would venture throughout the city neighborhoods entertaining all the children…