What Crosses My Mind

  • Outside, the Rains

    With only a few drops to touch the patio blocks i can return home again, to picture window mornings watching the birds sift through the rain in natural habitat, I do recall the street became gradually river like, creating the later streams in culverts home-made sailboats would venture throughout the city neighborhoods entertaining all the children…

  • The Rains Would Stay

    Clouds in their gray mold eery still remained laying heavy in the sky for long hours. The passersby adjusted while it rained travel slow impeded by soft showers. Since the vortex, our weather speaks out loud, sunshine of summer is left far away. When souls awaken expect any cloud shelters and swallows a sun shiny…

  • When Do We Stop to Breathe

    The rain is steady today I can see a long arc in the sky we will receive a thrashing of wind a searing breeze chills our skin causing an inherent need to seek shelter, to protect ourselves from the weather. When do we stop finding solace seeking shelter What is the compelling drive that keeps…