If Only For A Minute

Every day, throughout the day,

if only for

a minute, I

want to find my

way back to what the poet calls

the still point of

this turning world.

And in that pause

of sound and motion, I mean

to rest, gently

setting aside

do and much ado.

JDG

Endless Variety Show

The sun never sets the same way

twice. An endless

variety

closes out the day.

Sometimes a slow fade marks the end.

Other times the

sky explodes with

gold. Back-lit clouds

may shimmer pink, a curtain of

grey may hide an

exit, but a

comeback’s always

waiting off stage.

JDG

Just For Openers

The day began in misery,

largely of my

own making, but

the arrival

of the sun brought much-needed light

and warmth. Power

couple that they

are, clarity

and kindness opened up a way

for me to open

too and let that

damp fog dissipate.

JDG

What Holds

Beyond the foggy mist, a strong

sun promises

to abide and

lend whatever

light it can to the greying of

the day. Even

when the rain joins

in, the sun holds

true. Poetry is like this too.

Calling us to

look and look beyond,

it sees us through.

JDG

Fire And Water

After last night’s full red moon rose

and slowly fell,

the sun, not to

be outdone, burst

through the morning rain and announced

he’d take center

stage. But, with a

sudden change of

heart, sun agreed to light the scene

for water to

sing a wistful

wake-up melody.

JDG

This Uncertain Season

This uncertain season starts with

just a hint of

change. What once was

green begins to

turn to other shades. As the young

depart for places

all their own, those

left prepare for

journeys they too will take, while some

simply hunker

down for winter’s

cold and waning light

JDG

When One Falls

In a recent storm one tree fell,

its trunk broken

by the wind. Was

there something about

this tree, standing among others,

that could not find

a way to make

it through the storm?

Or did the wind hit at just the right

angle with just

enough force to fell

this still rooted tree?

JDG

A Poet’s Lament

Words hide behind wavering walls

of weariness

and can’t be coaxed

onto the page.

They huddle silent in the pen

and look askance

at the slightest

suggestion an

outpouring could bring relief.

“Tired writers

write tired words,”

they say, “Don’t try.”

JDG

A Life Too Small

It seems a life too small never

to have pushed past

the pale, pinched

platitude of

better safe than sorry. Into

every life come

moments when the

better choice is

not the prudent one, as every

pioneer who

set out on a

new path knows well.

JDG

The Sun Stands Watch

Grey-white mist slides across the fields,

then stops and for

a time the road

ahead is clear,

but soon enough the mist returns,

sometimes even

turning into

fog, then clearing

once again. The sun stands watch as

the day’s clear start

interweaves with

greying threads of haze.

JDG