What Crosses My Mind

  • Monday Reminders

    Felt off when I awoke to the morning sunlight a beautiful reality outside my window frame couldn’t shake the vibe in my mind I might forget another day, today not the same.   Trying to piece together wherever emotions lay, what is it I am imagining, what is my rewind. I have scared written all…

  • Choices

    Beautiful morning in pastel skies lain in silent repose, autumn respite breathes crisp is the air. Slow emergent eyes would life alone always feel sweet regret. How then we nourish a waking desire the soul in our heart alive less restrain, for there always this confusion aspire dreams ahead so absolute quell the rain. Let…

  • Inspiration in a Quote

    “No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.” — George Chakiris   I watched as autumn sun began to rise a day in the life of a man so wise he would punish himself, lay upon ground rather than expand upon love he found. For many years thereafter could we want…

  • A Distant Child

    In a quiet state I would recognize the distance Between the now of experience toward childhood We might wish to have a redo on pain if we could Seems a simple prospect to imagine all is chance.   When returning to some original memory in life Oh to know the patterns that drove our own…

  • 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…

  • Glance into The Morning Fog

    Watching tree limbs bask in the morning fog Their own shadows hidden from naked eye We, the observer might question why Silence in storms, listen a croaking frog.   A world exists speak natural balance Deep in the wood, horrors of life aside Humanity breathe where watcher reside A home is habitat for those who…

  • Nature Is An Ask

    We wind our humanity across a babbling stream call it our own of course for we say we belong. Matters little life of a creature seeming dream this haven feed silence in their tiny world long.   Scrape away life with corrosive blades of pain the construct of a vision far beyond that of game.…

  • 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  …

  • When Wonder Whines

    I sometimes look at the world we live in, and I wonder, is it mine to simply understand or is what there is to believe as complicated as it might seem.   The people I interact with have similar hopes, we all feel certain the goodness in our hearts yet how often have we let…

  • It Is A Beautiful Day

    How so do the moods define our day, we wake to a sunlit morning to defy the odds, or perhaps we settle in selective pods stepped away we did from society’s way.   A certain lovely attraction is contained in smile circus acts and normalcy all find sweet balance, life becomes less of form, tossed…