What Crosses My Mind

  • Taking A Walk

    A sense of composure Came over me A breezy afternoon Trees had begun their bloom Red-winged blackbird Nearby, keeping safe Mallards in the pond Swimming Noticed the bus stop Kids pouring out Home for the day My watch at home Though knew the time of day An afternoon walk An isolate journey A quiet day…

  • Waiting

    Sky fleeting opens eyes to sweep tilling fields of the planting season. The spring might tease the mind. Waiting watching the snows unwind. Bicycles wish melt rubber on the asphalt, smells of pollen, fresh release puddles and rain tapped sills the songs return, we advocate a challenging season. Waiting, watching tree limbs come to life…

  • Silence is a Forest

    Listen to the birds singing in springHear the cello at home in between Each memoryEach moment A song we could create in melodyIf only the world not live parodySuch is the mendacity of our timeWhen still is beauty yet sublime Each momentEach memory If in the midst of a traveled rhymeWe shut out a neighbor…

  • 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…

  • Watching Jumpers

    Driving over the bridge I thought about the edge, the lives standing on a ledge wondered til I felt a cringe   Thought of all the lives a beautiful spring day turning evening anyway bicyclists, walkers, drives   This quiet sense of wonder overcame my state of mind only a silent recall, remind it does…

  • Spring Serenade – Sonnet

    The wisp is cool in striking sunlight sweet A daffodil, a tulip screams the soil new Bicycles, sweatshirts, hazy neighbors greet A lightness in fresh atmosphere in view. ~ Shed the dried up, cancerous arctic skin Where shelter became sweet easily drawn Inside play feverish calculate kin Surround ourselves in a warm winter yawn. ~ Begin…

  • 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…

  • Sigh, Autumn

    A heavy weight streams beyond a worried eye skin tease a glint of aftershock in sky, summer wind reveals the loss, Her hot ardor romantic wisp, now memories adore ~ When as a lad out the doors I could run passion a reminder of setting sun hours ahead an arctic ground would near then frozen…

  • Street Sounds on a Windy Afternoon

      The breeze pours through fresh maples spring is upon us, we gather fragrance. Without their leaves and branch and root the sounds would be lost in a cavern Occasional noise interferes to remind us we are in the city, a street cleaner sends clouds of dust to tease the open convertible, the owner reacts…