What Crosses My Mind

  • I Am A Man

    (This is a piece I am writing for a men’s conference – I’m using nature as a tool of exploration. Your feedback is welcome, always. Thom) I have deep dark secrets I keep safely tucked away in the recesses of my mind. I very seldom reveal them to the general public, only to suggest, over…

  • 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…

  • What Calls Our Name

    When we find water, that gurgling stream, while sunlight sparkles the ambience we dream might let me travel away from this time when I couldn’t hang onto a rhyme, a reason, a thoughtful enterprise a purpose, with growing desire I rise to the occasion without indecision. When mounting concern envelops my mind, I look to…

  • Outside This Day

    Outside the whistling has begun, reminds him of a time, tying lures and gathering sun, waiting by a river’s lime, hours of leisure to scan the water to watch the rise in spring while society in all of its bother cannot disrupt this life’s sing. Yet, when we are constant remind mirror spacious waters in sight…

  • Wander While Waiting

    *** Mark upon a day when you looked beyond the cliff, a clear drawn out valley delightful in color caress a sad river traveling in the distance, with so much forest, lush green and wild abandon just beyond our reach. Yet, on the crest your feet remain planted unable to imagine a world beyond your…

  • If, Only

    *** I could hold you in my palm, piqued eyes glance my strangeness, allowing for the moment such unusual paths, yours one of fancy flight mine left to observe. ~ If, only we could share the brilliance around us in morning’s light, soft petals of forest ground, delicious ambers in meadow I cast my eye…

  • Late Nights

    Silence the tube that distraction a genius contraption has me wallowing well into the night the dark world surrounds me without daily activity. When I step outside I feel the chill of discretion everyone is hiding deep inside the forest of our mind we are all challenged by the silence. When in the break of…

  • Listen to the Wind

      Howling like scorned wolves buried in the dead of a winter’s night, cold arctic hallowing calls. Feeding upon nature’s gifts, abundant only while eyes allow our hearts to understand our worth swept apart by God’s mighty hand of decision we beckon to the call of our own shallow vanity. ~ Listen to the wind…

  • Work Habits

    I’m inside a forest Been here before Yet this isn’t serene With peeks of sunlight Through maples and pine This one Dark and scary contains the evils My childhood remembers You know Quiet nights in my room Hearing footsteps Along the hallway Not knowing Or wondering If they existed Or was my heart pounding With…