What Crosses My Mind

  • The Snowfall

    Watch the seasons turn upon us quiet soft shadows, sensual sweet departures. We now move conscious toward new adventures cast upon snowy depths in life silent. ~ Will we reflect upon nature’s future while slow we unveil our new horizons? Will painful reminder offer options a sighing heart and balance would assure? ~ Reminders of…

  • Autumn Sunrise

    Picture silent beauty of the fallen cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew Would we lives would suspend among such few swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken   While lives do merit certain ambience having understood time in element sweet farewell of arid temperament with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance   In morning humanity…

  • First Glance

    Eyes open still in mourning a soft reminder precious in the quiet of a breeze rustling leaves the next stage a would be journey lay ahead. What follows will be stark extreme immediate loss in sensory perception for some a routine cycle of life while others we know traverse a newer universe one shares in…

  • While Winter Whisper

    Oh to play with the notion of thought, to understand the reasoning behind purpose, attitude, maybe the inspiration, we all do seek when lost in the shuffling nature of the season.   Oh, when winter will remark upon a simple morning frost, to make allowance for concept, to create, maybe instinctive, our bodies, our selves,…

  • When Nature Steps In

    We are eager like the children we once began our lives when outside we feel the changing seasons begin a cry suggest for a time everything motivates our mind revives itself in the cool winter air, as Mother Nature stops by ~ For a moment we will stop and watch the descent of beauty in…

  • Winter Winds

    Cool air soaking in the forest quiet nearby we know it waits we realize our lives will need warmth, we are readily restored by a the sharp brace of winter winds makes us feel alive again. A society relies upon the changing seasons to market their lives, where else would we find ourselves planning for…

  • Whisper Autumn

    While skies begin a stretch of cooler winds body seeming to recognize limits each stepping stone, virtual time rescinds calculate further storm than time admits. ~ A child witness color – aging leaves headstrong emotions tacked upon crackles like a midnight fire sparks ember heaves slow to respond yet beauty sheds shackles. ~ Perhaps a…

  • Summer is Now a Reflection

    I came to realize her days are numbered the scent of blossom begins to wane, slowly drawn toward eventual harvest, night skies begin to shift our eyes upon constellate cooler streams of light to suggest her time has come. ~ In evening breeze we listen clear the melody of a cricket greeting Nature’s compelling stronghold…

  • When Walking

    This morning, the crisp air, mixed with sun-streaks lets the ice glisten upon frozen sheets. Every sound is a crackle with boots, silent surround in Winter. When speaking to humanity we might suggest the temperature falls well below our comfort level, knowing the cold will remain through the night, as we each wish the swift…

  • People Plowing Fields

    There were these conversations I tried to be a part of One might think of them as argument When you listened closely I would often wonder about outcomes How the voices might corroborate Given the angst shared in dialogue Certainly lacks some collaboration One afternoon later in the summer I saw two or three participants…