What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Her Gold

    We all search for that promised land. Whether it lives inside our imagination or truly does exist all around us. We have an asked upon urgency to live during a time we might dance away. Our fears are those we keep alone, that sometime in the break of day, we might reveal to that someone…

  • 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…