What Crosses My Mind

  • On This Day

    My heart will fill a memoriam days passed will our autumn. The rains are light painted windows quiet shelter might our heart knows like breath at night. Then was a gasp we could see love within grasp our vast sea. Hold onto this moment fresh air, sweet rain we may quiet lament today is our…

  • Waiting

    Sky fleeting opens eyes to sweep tilling fields of the planting season. The spring might tease the mind. Waiting watching the snows unwind. Bicycles wish melt rubber on the asphalt, smells of pollen, fresh release puddles and rain tapped sills the songs return, we advocate a challenging season. Waiting, watching tree limbs come to life…

  • The Rain

    Water dripped and tapped a window pane the opaque look of a morning blue. Sitting now in front of a fire crackle, imagining just how short a life we lead. I drew myself closer to the glass that sheltered me from the damp. I wondered about those that might spend their night chilled, and wet…

  • Fighting Present

    The past wants a piece of flesh, always waiting wondering when to jump on a moment with fresh ideas, exploiting our lives again. ~ Seems where we go always here back to a familiar surrounding when and if we understand fear began in our heart this morning. ~ I walked while outside the weep covered…

  • As Rains Might Fall

    A quiet solitude, soft patterns of rain, in a breeze tossed there and about would I know the sounds would soothe my soul in any moment of wonderment. ~ I do lay upon a silent morning when steady the waters of a sweet melody and scents olfactory carry my mind distant to my nearby retirement,…

  • Something About A Speaker

    Remember standing in the rain feeling the water dampen your cheeks nose tickling from soft droplets then your hand wet wiping it all away. Suddenly then some literary mirage asks you might reconsider that moment was the asphalt wet did your socks get soaked. Perhaps instead in your picture window you watched all the kids…

  • Check Out Time

    Have you ever, bad day – attitude like a torrential rain storm, not pretty just cold, damp, unrelenting, unlike that one summer rain, we walked around the lake, feeling a mist was steady, warm, passionate all of us soaked through our clothes, everyone around in the same  state of mind, waiting for their warming soup…

  • Passing Cars, Traveling Lives

    When I was a little boy, leaving nose prints on the picture window, in the rain, the streaks I’d follow a free hand, fingertips, tracing this world in some design.   When I was a little boy, I’d watch the travelers all of them pointed in some direction, a quiet neighborhood, I’d often know the…

  • Sitting In My Personal Space

    Getting ready for the school year, planning lessons, rearranging books and files, adjusting to a new physical classroom.   I wanted to complain tonight, my room still needs desk, 35 kids coming in a week, no ac, the temp was 110 F.   I sat out in the hall, parent and student open house, lots…

  • The Rains Began

    Seemed days had passed, since I’d heard their steady cry, my rooftop comes alive, with the steady rains,   Oh we do need the tears, especially in those quiet times, when our heart has stopped.   The beat of our sympathy, some time lost in the scathing heat, of a hot sunlight, meant to persecute…