What Crosses My Mind

  • We Might Yearn a Child’s Eye

    While we ran the backyards, the slow walk through the dandelions pollened by summer’s bees, we did think alone, the same way we, the same notions, we may have today, the same wonderment of the psychological nature, compels our being, causes our heart to swoon, allows for the time to stand still, we can all…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • Is That Love?

    When in that first cry your eyes look at me soft your gentle gasps you are welcomed with open arms When as I walk past you your expression in light search sweet his response your fingertips curl hair with distance When while rains fall your hands gentle seek shelter in his grasp your arms intertwined…