The gift of today
often
goes unopened
because of
closed minds and hearts.
JDG
The gift of today
often
goes unopened
because of
closed minds and hearts.
JDG
If we surrender
our perception of how things are
and how they should be,
we enter the realm
of uncomfortable uncertainty
and fresh possibility.
JDG
Now that we have time
to smell the roses, will we
complain they’re not gardenias?
JDG
Undeterred by the gently falling summer rain,
they went about their day.
They didn’t wait for the perfect moment,
those hummingbirds and mourning doves,
cardinals and chickadees,
sparrows and jays.
They rested, sang, fed, and flew.
One glanced at me through the window,
cocked its head as if to say,
“What’s with you?”
JDG
Light rain of hope falls
on dusty souls offering
them replenishment.
JDG
I look to the sky, hoping a poem will
parachute down
and hit my
page, but
no
not
today,
not like that
anyway. I
look to the ground, but no sprout can be found.
JDG
I want to get off
the negativity train,
but it’s moving fast
and slows for no station.
“Who’s the engineer?” I ask
and am shaken to hear,
“Why it’s you yourself my dear.”
JDG
No breeze, just a strange,
almost breathless stillness this
hot August morning.
JDG
It may take a lifetime
to create a vital harmony
among our disparate parts,
but it’s worth trying for.
JDG
The embodiment
of relaxed focus, my cat,
inside, surveys the squirrels.
JDG