What Crosses My Mind

  • The Aftermath

    I visited, again, it was different this time around the waves spoke loud, the temperatures mild, I wondered about the last time, how difficult it might be to recreate what no longer exists. I sat and watched the sunrise, noticed it flicker across the water, enveloping the trees. I couldn’t imagine a prettier site, than…

  • 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…

  • Lines

    Glance across great body of water, See a family of fowl travel near Look to notice crystal waves appear The magic of earth is all the matter   Birds sing in the hidden pine of morning A quiet reminder that love is in the air, Symbolic in its historic grasp of where Our lives begin…