What Crosses My Mind

  • Sounds Surfaced

    I awoke to the pattering of rain drops somewhere near perhaps the garage door remained open I had a history of that, in a fog on the couch after a night of searching lost in a keyboard and screen wondering what worthy cause I continue to yearn. lay back quiet listen mother natures shouts with…

  • Ode to Winter – a sonnet of sorts

    We have endured your grasp on our nature Many mornings, many degrees we shiver Our lives adjust not wandering further Beyond the safe restraints of near shelter ~ Some who may less desire Mother’s capture Will live mortal lives alone and whither Upon a cold arm’s caress in Winter Forever frozen fueled by His rapture…