What Crosses My Mind

  • A Walk In The Woods

    The trees would model a forest, I thought of fall colors in my sights. Oh so lovely is a walk in the woods, Clears my head of chronic clutter. Such is the beauty of the view, Fall brings peace to my strolls. I want to listen to the eyes that Add an invisible ambience. Sweet…

  • A Week In The Forest

    To leave it all behind, pitched a tent near the water’s edge, a place I would often fantasize to be a stopping ground the pain and fear of having to survive, suddenly wrapped in the cool depths. ~ I looked around for no one, only the animals in the deep wood, wondering what creature I…

  • A Forest in the Distance

    Walking through he woods stepping with care the brush up to my knees, conscious of thistles, the mud, perhaps even catching an ankle in a vine taking a fall, letting a branch scrape open forearms, perhaps slamming my forehead on rocks that lay clean without disturbance nearly a century. ~ That occasion does arise,when the…

  • Wausau 1979

    Try to imagine where it was, the moment inside a memory, what did the breeze feel like, certainly there was one, the glen inside a cove surrounded in maples and pine, and short shrifts of sumac pine needles all across the forest wood where we as children climbed only the same tree, familiar branches, I…

  • Taking A Walk

    a walk in the woods quiet serene streamed light we listen to silence rustling breeze we can hear the sound begin from across the lake, until in our world, we sense the true nature of a forest, maple, pine, birch, a history of love in recluse taking a walk one day I realize we are…

  • Deep In The Wood

    I did hear a scream, It wasn’t a city street A forest it would seem To hold so many sound The wind had calmed Now in the distant mystique A cry could be the sound.   An animal I would surmise Caught in the moonlit stars A bright horizon left exposed This creature of the…

  • In Finding Love

    We are this world of living human beings Each of us do strive to privately soar Beyond the scope of whom we might ignore Only known, to live similar doings   We do each one of us wish to be known Gather in our soul, deliver evil From our seeming sacred hold, we might will…

  • Aging Abandon

    I’ve watched their bodies change while I try to recall just when I began to notice. I often wonder if while my own world begins a natural decay, if that resilient nature in understanding why continues to grow, or when does it wane. How purposeful is our inherent decline, and when do we know it…

  • These Keys

    In the woods, the wilderness evokes a sound of rustling, twigs snapping, a breeze through leaves that whisper a reality we cannot pretend away. Instead we listen, we joy in the simple nature of the forest in its pristine state, always waiting, forever growing, letting our lives appreciate its pure self. This is a key…

  • When I Lost My Way

    I won’t really ever recall the date, Nor the notion, I haven’t been able to understand, Just how I ever really got this way, How it is that when I think about it, The same questions remain, I continue to look for some solutions, In other eyes, I look to them for guidance, They give…