What Crosses My Mind

  • On Sunday Mornings

    We all live in the certainty of time wondering in dreamstates of life sublime. A child would live Sunday mornings through You Seeking answers in a gaze, sky streaked blue. Might happiness just be attained like that a conscious choice, an idioscyncrat – Tick, a charmed ballet in life’s aftermath, In autumn’s grace cleansed anew, without Wrath. We…

  • Nature’s Challenge – A Sonnet

    We all witness wrath’s beauty in Nature. Love’s tragedy can be felt miles away, Sometimes unknowing just how we may endure the soft mystique of His crafty foray within. We speak about the sheer damning seasons we face now with human despair. Another sweet shard of winter’s freezing drifts and icy rains will grace our…