What Crosses My Mind

  • Moments in a Blizzard

    Windswept sky designs landmark, the world is being blanketed by that force greater than our own, a magical parade of Nature’s wrath, in the simplest manner of beauty.   Oh her strength apparent inside the wonder of it all, the winter storm, a blizzard upon our discontent, perhaps we might fly away.   Lost inside…

  • While Digging

    With a mental spade in hand, I broke ground in a volatile land.   It is the sort of tale we often forget, when suddenly life simply won’t relent.   I crossed over into a forgotten meadow, only to find I’d still carried a shadow.   There is a reality in knowing the right word…