What Crosses My Mind

  • Winter In Minnesota

    Something refreshing a pristine winter. fresh sunlit  snow touch silent runner’s eye layered across a landscape painted sky, we might let troubles risen disappear   if in this moment, trees become statues dignified pose, a carnival in ice. shaded sphere of heat will nearby suffice light up a runner’s path – dawn guided views  …

  • Lines

    Glance across great body of water, See a family of fowl travel near Look to notice crystal waves appear The magic of earth is all the matter   Birds sing in the hidden pine of morning A quiet reminder that love is in the air, Symbolic in its historic grasp of where Our lives begin…

  • Whisper My Name

    To be heard By her magic symphony I am the audience She the mystery   Oh, to know the many Value of this body of mystique The waves lapping shoreline Only to be heard.   I wonder the soul She keeps in quiet harmony, The many lives, the sea men Leaving wives and children home…

  • Sitting With You

    ~ I have in morning at break of dawn, while the afternoon plodded on, I have in the evening watched your fury, in the tides of settling sea I have looked. ~ Yet in all of your mystery, I will look again for answers, cast an eye upon your majesty to realize I am again…