When the wind scoots across the pond,

the sun still high

in a cloud- strewn

sky, sparks fly. Two

large fish swim near the shore, hoping,

perhaps,  for more

than all this flash.

But I? I take

these sparks to heart and whisper thanks

to water and

wind, clouds and sun,

and to these fish.

                                                                    JDG

What comforts me today is what

is almost gone

and what returns.

Wild cherry’s

white prepares to leave as daisy’s

white springs forth. Small

butterflies take

this white and weave

a slowly shifting tapestry

where yesterday’s

white blends softly

toward tomorrow’s.

                                                                                    JDG

“Count silently to ten,” she said.

“You’ll be more like

a daisy than

a bumble bee

 and bring beauty without a sting.”

Looking at me

 closely, this nine

year old went on

to say, ” Some people have to count

to a hundred

or more to chase

those bees away.”

                                                                JDG

A small child holds his mother’s

four extended

fingers as they

begin their walk

together. She provides support,

  just enough but

not too much,  while

he sets the pace

and the direction, leaving me

with a lasting

image of just

right mothering.

                                                        JDG

Out beyond the dark clouds lies

blue sky. Though it’s

close to day’s end,

the sun breaks through,

gilding the tops of trees, and for

one brief moment,

lending a touch

of gold to what

had been overlaid with gray. Just

one moment, then

comes the night and

perhaps more rain.

                                                              JDG

I sit watching me watch the cars

go by. Sometimes

a runner or

a cyclist

passes  by, but most often the

only movement

 is the wind in

the trees and my

wandering thoughts as I hope for

more runners or

cyclists and

less wind in trees.

                                                           JDG

When gifts were being handed out

to those not yet

born, I stood in

line, hoping mine

would be beauty, patience, or grace.

 In a pinch I

was willing to

settle for a

 lesser gift. Though imperfection

was not the gift

I sought, it was

the gift given.

                                                         JDG

Remember when the mantra was

“Be here now”  – now

with all its too

muchness, its not

enoughness? Now all that has changed.

What rings in our

heads now is, “Be

anywhere but

 here,” as we get out our mobile

devices and

flee from being

just here, just now.

                                                                      JDG

Whether in dreams or in chance shifts

of light, portals

 to another world,

a world behind,

beneath, beyond this one open

and a way is

laid before us.

Do we dare cross

over or do we turn away,

denying these

strange shimmerings

from another world?

                                                                         JDG

When those crows greeted me with such

raucous caws, I 

knew I had crashed

a major crow

convention and they freely showed

the umbrage they

took with me. I

 never meant to

 cross some invisible crow line.

Retreating, I

 caw back, “I come

and leave in peace.”

                                                               JDG