What Crosses My Mind

  • Wander Away At 60

    I wonder sometimes, the rains outside no different than they ever can be, paint the ground with symbolic elements of nature, if we could all just walk away hang out in the woods, stay alone away from carrying on misinterpretations of what it is we might have once realized and then, well the time, watch…

  • Finding Words

    They land in different places now, the words those stories, passages, telling souls to reinvent our lives create some simple serenade lets our heart breathe less of a sign, certainly not gasping for air, just a steady rhythm because we come to know life is far too short to allow ourselves to slow the direction…

  • Feeling The Rains

    He didn’t have to look outside today to feel the sunshine quickly step away. We sense the energy, a rainy day would bring our sorrows into light of day. Soft in a cleansing wash would now the fray of a conscience in pain, solemn display. Oh to know the special nature such lay ahead in…

  • The Soft, Delicious, Natural Mystique of The Rains

    If I can stand in the water pouring across my sky, I feel the beauty of nature, yet this is peace, I am soft with my notions today, without pain, the quiet release is cleansing.   Yet, as these words do in a manner please me, I am saddened by the reality of the south,…

  • What Storms Follow

    Rains melt the landscape while I wonder, I am curious to know what is it that lies outside of my reach, just beyond the grasp of my human condition, that piece that comes as love when a torrential storm of reality, that gift of reckoning, moment by moment when we do suddenly realize our time…

  • Soothe Sweep Sound

    Listen the stirs behind as the rains tease Waiting on a wind swept current of breeze. Carries sweet teary note of Nature’s realm A sometime sudden shudder, speaks, My helm. Today’s waters will nourish seedy paths Casual torrents without Her known wraths, Only the showers we could walk today. Remember, a soft soak, soothe, sent our way Holding hands, feeling…

  • Ode to Romance

    Yes, I remember well Walking together in the autumn rain Soft and warm, a swell of passion of delight of little restrain Sneak upon alley way Our hearts beating as we found a wall Here we may quiet stay Sheltered from the rain out of all call Eyes meet with smiles Clothes already damp with…

  • The News

    The rains came today Amidst news of government shutdowns. In a mid-town café All the faces held practiced frowns, Voices lingered, High pitched with banters pledged “Well I figured,” Shouted a nearby man on the edge. When the skies lit up There wasn’t any discussion of reprieve. I could reach for my cup Of java…