Dark clouds,

High winds,

We creatures

Seek shelter,

Watch, wait.

                    JDG

Rain one minute;

sunny skies the next.

You’d think by now

we’d have grasped

that nothing lasts.

                               JDG

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

Knowing that the storyteller within

weaves all kinds of tales,

we can listen 

with interest without

getting caught in the web.

                                          JDG