What Crosses My Mind

  • Snowfall

    I sat at my window watching the snow this morning. It reminded me of days of my childhood. I could see the snow falling everywhere covering trees, benches, and walkways. I was reminded of my childhood sitting at our picture window, watching cars slipping up and down that little hill nearby. The window is where…

  • A Silent Snow

    It’s okay, he said. The snow began to fall, and he wondered about the natural course of things. While tucked away in the corner, reflections of life carried on, a conversation between two lovers, innocent to the eyes around, simply enthralled she said with a smile, and he sort of moved in.   They hadn’t…

  • ‘Slowly Melting Snowy Vistas’

    An idea, a visual reminder to help find footing rather than wallow in what might feel lost, our lives precious, imagine only nature is a cycle eternal while forever.   Once while in wonder reminded by favor a slow descent in time while all around lives experience a monotony of time wishing purpose witness a…

  • Watching The Snowy Night Sky

    I’ve been waiting all day for the snow, now I glance my window, it arrives with a light affection reminds me of my childhood perhaps a memory that haunts me more than love the delight of family, the anticipation of a gathering, the death of a cousin, where in my silent fog of misunderstanding, I…

  • Look Closely If You Can

    At a quick glance we might call sweet shelter the homes hold hope and prayer and a safety for everyone inside, security the temps suggest a different manner.   Across the city another enclave of soul seeker human condition airs indifference as a blizzard ensnares their grip on surviving a city cave.   Two worlds…

  • Winter In Minnesota

    Something refreshing a pristine winter. fresh sunlit  snow touch silent runner’s eye layered across a landscape painted sky, we might let troubles risen disappear   if in this moment, trees become statues dignified pose, a carnival in ice. shaded sphere of heat will nearby suffice light up a runner’s path – dawn guided views  …

  • A Nostalgic Christmas Fairy Tale

    We met in a college football atmosphere, eyes locked immediate intrigue, the sort you might not remind anyone for it is meant to be a quiet recall, a soft memory when everyone else went home.   There’s no one left to remember, except perhaps her, the snowball fight, the falling flakes as big as night…

  • Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana (snowflakes)

    ~ soft snow sweet gentle reminder real lovely flakes ~ outside the glass feathers drift moonlit snowflake Heavens ~ somber mind frames a doorway to the cool breeze so sweet snowflakes ~ peace forget humanity’s torment visualize flakes ~ my gasps are audible to tonight’s world painted dream ~ Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana  

  • Soft The Mind’s Eye

    I’m watching the snow fall, winter’s first day, midwestern ritual, we dress for this, we pray it might blanket the dead. The thought of fear and trepidation, a far and away distant memory when lost in the beauty of a fresh freeze, playing in the cool morning breeze. I wonder about the shelter of some,…

  • 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…