What Crosses My Mind

  • Agile Posture

    I’m 49 writing stories with the kids poetry and long sermons, soliloquy and rants, starting late it seem. The fall nights begin earlier chilly dawns and sweaters the cooling season with brisk winds They do change you see Fall winds, glistening rain sweat the leaves of summer drifting with the changed winds, fall winds.

  • Whisper Autumn

    While skies begin a stretch of cooler winds body seeming to recognize limits each stepping stone, virtual time rescinds calculate further storm than time admits. ~ A child witness color – aging leaves headstrong emotions tacked upon crackles like a midnight fire sparks ember heaves slow to respond yet beauty sheds shackles. ~ Perhaps a…

  • Morning Fall in Haiku

    leaves Whisper loud the breeze will carry our soul no tear allowed ~ hazy morning sunrise stream in quiet Whisper notice good to be wise ~ simple flower fold to time I Whisper grateful will I be thought old ~ cover my release when sky chills seasonal autumn Whisper sweet my peace

  • Designed Day Dreams

    I remember that day, it was 7th grade civics class We had to draw the landscape the colors turning. We could see. When then we each with a notepad began to venture into a faraway retreat away, the sky brilliance our guide toward a fantasy. ~ I was unable to recall later that cold December…

  • Street Sounds on a Windy Afternoon

      The breeze pours through fresh maples spring is upon us, we gather fragrance. Without their leaves and branch and root the sounds would be lost in a cavern Occasional noise interferes to remind us we are in the city, a street cleaner sends clouds of dust to tease the open convertible, the owner reacts…