What Crosses My Mind

  • Aging Abandon

    I’ve watched their bodies change while I try to recall just when I began to notice. I often wonder if while my own world begins a natural decay, if that resilient nature in understanding why continues to grow, or when does it wane. How purposeful is our inherent decline, and when do we know it…

  • 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…