What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • Look Closely If You Can

    At a quick glance we might call sweet shelter the homes hold hope and prayer and a safety for everyone inside, security the temps suggest a different manner.   Across the city another enclave of soul seeker human condition airs indifference as a blizzard ensnares their grip on surviving a city cave.   Two worlds…

  • 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  …

  • While Winter Whisper

    Oh to play with the notion of thought, to understand the reasoning behind purpose, attitude, maybe the inspiration, we all do seek when lost in the shuffling nature of the season.   Oh, when winter will remark upon a simple morning frost, to make allowance for concept, to create, maybe instinctive, our bodies, our selves,…

  • Carpe Diem #898 Yukibare (clear sky between (after) snowfall)

    clear pane deception looking glass cool naked eye crystal clear ~ an internal fire contrasts blue shimmer sky window crystalize ~ would we walk together in morning ice crystal eyes ~ Carpe Diem #898

  • Gravity Is Patient

    Weight(less) A Whisper in the Forest ~ When I whisper a cool draft escapes shadowed in morning sunlight I can see you exist all the different angles of creation amidst the tragedy of a waiting table of spring eternal. We still find a way to continue our travel with a blinding speed, yet some, Nature…

  • Soft The Mind’s Eye

    I’m watching the snow fall, winter’s first day, midwestern ritual, we dress for this, we pray it might blanket the dead. The thought of fear and trepidation, a far and away distant memory when lost in the beauty of a fresh freeze, playing in the cool morning breeze. I wonder about the shelter of some,…

  • 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…