On this cold, windswept
day, it’s hard to remember
May’s not far away,
but the cherry and dogwood
offer gentle reminders.
JDG
On this cold, windswept
day, it’s hard to remember
May’s not far away,
but the cherry and dogwood
offer gentle reminders.
JDG
The sun darts in and out
from behind the clouds,
one minute gold,
the next minute gray –
life in fast motion.
JDG
Drove past golden fields
of buttercups offering
a wealth of pleasure –
nature’s gift, freely given,
asking nothing in return.
JDG
For a moment, on this busy day,
I pause and simply look.
Those deep purple Iris
shining in the sun
ask for nothing,
warm my heart,
slow me down,
let me stay,
JDG.
I told Knox squirrels
were nothing to woof about,
that, like birds, they come
and go. His answer? – “Frankly
my dear, I don’t give a woof.”
JDG
Mother trees hold
baby green leaves
tight and tenderly
much as they once held
the child me who sought
play and refuge among
their supportive branches.
. JDG
“You can’t stop the waves,”
the guru said, “but you can learn to surf.”
When I heard this many years ago,
I thought it made sense and I’d begin.
Little did I know how hard it would be
or how long it would take.
I’m still learning at seventy eight.
JDG
What is remembered
depends on who is doing
the remembering.
JDG
Seventy eight years
on the planet before
I began to find
inner peace by
developing simple habits
of basic self-care.
JDG
Startled by a sudden noise,
the first wild blue heron
to visit our pond this year
made a quick departure
leaving a wash of ripples
in his wake. I hope
his first appearance
isn’t his last.
JDG