Murphy peers out from Knox’s crate
where she lies, ensconced,
purring with satisfaction,
having claimed right of occupancy.
I don’t think his training includes
the peaceful resolution of differences,
but when he comes home, we’ll see.
JDG
Author Archives: Joan
When In Transition
May we have
the courage
to be awkward,
knowing that’s how
growth and change begin.
JDG
The Return
After years of
branching out,
I’m content now
to simply
tend the roots.
JDG
Night Music
Rain’s pelting song
fills the night,
leaving no room
for the gentle refrain
of stars and moon.
Though we may prefer
a different concert,
this was the one we got.
Even without moonlit lullabies,
our dreams may still
be sweet and deep.
JDG
A Timely Reminder
When days are crowded
with things to do, we need to
take time to just be.
JDG
Here
Morning light
on dew-soaked grass
calls me away
from mind’s endless chatter,
places the world
at my feet.
JDG
The Gift Of Now
Driving through rolling green hills
beneath a sunny, blue sky,
relaxed and content.
What was is no more.
What will be has not yet arrived.
There’s only this generous moment.
It might have been otherwise.
JDG
(inspired by Jane Kenyon’s poem, “Otherwise”)
All In One
Rose bushes have
both blossoms and thorns.
We too have blossoms and thorns,
though it’s easier
to accept in roses.
JDG
Nature’s Way
Gentle breeze teases
fall leaves, making the woods fill
with soft, rustling sighs.
JDG
This And That
The morning starts slow.
I eavesdrop on talk between
the birds and the trees
as the sun tries to make up
its mind whether to shine or not.
JDG
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