What Crosses My Mind

  • Morning Glory

    The rains were cleansing anew forest green Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain ~ We realize here today we are visitors In world around their natural dense lairs ~ We might build and structure lives around them We always know animals eye a gem ~ Stay far away amidst humanity Instincts speak aloud, no…

  • Listen to the Wind

      Howling like scorned wolves buried in the dead of a winter’s night, cold arctic hallowing calls. Feeding upon nature’s gifts, abundant only while eyes allow our hearts to understand our worth swept apart by God’s mighty hand of decision we beckon to the call of our own shallow vanity. ~ Listen to the wind…