Even in the midst

of devouring red,

of disintegrating black,

of stultifying grey,

we can hear the call of green.

                                               JDG

Right now a few bend over in despair,

others hold onto the past,

many put out cautious feelers,

and some spring forward,

blooming with hope.

                                                JDG

In turbulent waters,

we don’t need a raft 

of kindnesses.

It would be great, but

one per person will do.

                                   JDG

 A grey bank of clouds –

a small opening –

a glimmer of light.

There are days

when my mind’s like that too.

                                               JDG

Scattered among

last year’s fallen leaves –

tiny blue promises

of this year’s

budding life.

                             JDG

Boundaries that allow

for connected separateness

aren’t too soft

or too hard

when we dance well together.

                                               JDG