What Crosses My Mind

  • The Walk was more Telling

    We used to do this all the time I’d knock on your door Hear the creak in the steps just before Your hand played the handle’s rhyme   This sunny afternoon in our august Our lives were together Yet the cavernous weather Had begun to take notice of our lust   We always played the…

  • Wishing Well

    Do you remember that? The day grandpa showed you the well And talked about dropping a penny And all would be Well ~ Do you recall the day? I would take a walk outside alone And I’d wonder whether you cared To find me strolling all Alone ~ Do you think about when? I worshipped…

  • Walks Nostalgic

    And I was walking up a hill Feeling the rocks crack under me As each step suggested will That certain desire to keep ~ Climbing with uncertain fears Wishing there might be a rise In the morning; spirit of nature’s Beauty; her grace might now advise ~ My frame of mind is patterned By a…