What Crosses My Mind

  • Holiday Peace

    It’s a couple days before Christmas and I’ve spent the day sitting in my chair with my dog in my lap. I really haven’t accomplished a lot except to let a lot of thought roll through my mind. The first thing that comes to mind is celebrating this holiday that symbolizes the end of my…

  • Working On A Love Story

    It’s true I might have one, I heard about it on the radio, you know one of that, one and done love me rodeo. ~ See these two people can listen that’s exactly who they are  nothing more to hide behind when you know love just can’t get far. ~ They stood on the street…

  • Waiting Now

    If only a lifetime lasted forever then now could become a yesterday, a lost moment brings everyone together. Yet why then must we all act this way. ~ It would seem lives are meant forgotten rather than holding beauty inside moments, so quick we are to run away, call it rotten. We somehow imagine now…

  • All These Voices

    Thoughtful serenades fill an empty room no one looking just the me and mine. He wonders if it is always such gloom or are we left without our favorite wine. ~ Seems the cadence of our party restrained by motive, by aspiration, by silent neglect. When race horses begin, know what is gained yet miss…

  • 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…

  • Foliage Hidden

    For they do sing in suggestive breeze, still discreet in foliage their lives depend on a travel, readying swift reply to the wind.   Watch out your windows such is preparation of a Creator, grace upon our planted wilderness. An imagined love in autumn   Sweater in hand time for a walk In the quiet…

  • 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…

  • A Song Begins

    I might be in a different place yet that certain melody no matter the pace of my day, where I have landed, when the notes cross my mind, I can suddenly be there, wondering still while again the world around me, continues to shift, to sway, to say, it is enough to know how our…

  • Crowd Noise

    While saxophone serenade melody, glance across the room, and the world is alive, with activity, purpose, longevity, we all seem to want a similar drive, waiting for the sunset, while just realizing the crisp morning of a summer day, we are living without any regret, sharing our lives together with coffee and a gentle sway.…