Gently falling rain
kisses the open lips of
late summer’s waiting flowers.
JDG
Author Archives: Joan
Morning At the Opera
It’s seven A.M. and I’m still in bed
when the chorus of lamentations begins.
Pitiful whines and anguished meows
rapidly rise to a grand crescendo.
There’s only one way to bring
this opera to a close and that’s
to rise and fill their food bowls.
JDG
Knox’s Finishing Touch
Knox surveys garden,
newly mulched, decides it needs
sticks to be complete.
JDG
Less Brings More
Small satisfactions
grow in importance as we
grow less ambulant.
JDG
Universal Offerings
Several times this week
I was thrown into a tizzy.
Things worked out,
but I wish the universe
would stop giving
me all these chances to
develop equanimity.
JDG
Wise Words From My Friend, Beth
Self Compassion
We gladly lend a compassionate hand
to victims of
illness, floods, heat, fire,
and other calamities.
Would we extend
the same soothing understanding
to ourselves?
Compassion means
“to suffer with.”
Yet we often suffer in silence and alone,
plagued by
our floods of self-doubt
that wash away our worth,
the fires of self-hatred
that leave our soul barren.
Listen!
It’s not “Love your neighbor”
better than yourself!
Listen!
for a calm voice
that says, always,
you are loved.
A Nod Of Satisfaction
Birds sip and splash
in their adopted fountain,
glad it’s fixed at last.
JDG
Watchdog Indeed
While Knox is rounding up
the squirrels, a family of deer
slip by, glad to see
he’s preoccupied.
JDG
A Gift Of Green
Evertime I see the burst
of small green branches
newly sprung from the stump
which once was our beloved cherry tree,
a burst of gratitude springs from me.
I bow, thankful that,
in spite of everything,
she has chosen to persist.
JDG
A Lesson For Us All
That tree grew beyond
its resources and limb by
limb it began to let go.
JDG
