How pitiful can
a poor dog look when he’s told
his sticks stay outside?
JDG
How pitiful can
a poor dog look when he’s told
his sticks stay outside?
JDG
For a brief time Spring
let Winter linger, knowing
her day in the sun would come.
JDG
Not only are they
not on the same page,
they are reading from
vastly different books.
JDG
Old tree, gnarled limbs,
landing place for all manner
of feathered creatures
waiting for the old lady
with gnarled limbs to feed them.
JDG
the mood of the rain,
softened by Spring’s vibrancy –
spirit’s undampened
JDG
Outside my window
a tree stands –
tiny green buds,
clinging broken branches,
branches scattered on the ground.
It is thus
also with us –
budding new parts,
lifeless clinging parts,
parts that have fallen away.
JDG
If we would just follow
our compassion positioning systems,
our journeys would be smoother
and we’d arrive at a better place.
JDG
The pond is caressed
by wind and light as birds sing
mid-day lullabies.
JDG
Tree branches swaying,
white clouds sailing, the silence
uninterrupted
except for wind gusts, bird song,
and my poem making mind.
JDG
Full moon. Hovering
mist lends a strange haunting air.
Ghosts must linger there.
JDG