What Crosses My Mind

  • Something In The Fog

    In the quiet of morning a glance perchance some catharsis looming. We know the quiet in silence in chance something in a silent reckoning happening to each of us alone though there would be chance is only tone the manner a solitude beyond an awkward resonance with time and shadows forward acting upon this rhyme…

  • when the words don’t matter

    Sitting by the shoreline, the water fairly calm, a sharp breeze enough to suggest only the time of year.   watching seagulls swift past the eery history of the mast wondering just when waters would ever tell me a secret.   I could listen for hours while the sun began to dance along soft waves…

  • The Gathering Mist – A Sonnet a Day

    Shrouds veil our rise within the morning’s mist, like pure raindrops suspended in cool air we are reminded certain moments missed will walk our day, must we believe it fair? The mind, a wandering vessel of hope battles sea worthy giants of despair with each walk, we tangle a fierce strung rope that clings to every fiber; hanging…