A swell of support
lifted him up
and he gratefully rode it
to the waiting shore
where he would briefly rest
and then dive in once more.
JDG
A swell of support
lifted him up
and he gratefully rode it
to the waiting shore
where he would briefly rest
and then dive in once more.
JDG
Over time we grow
blind to accumulations,
inner and outer,
until circumstances force
us to open our eyes and look.
JDG
In good times and bad,
an early morning walk helps
us get a move on.
JDG
I hoped inspiration
would come bearing a bouquet
of poems, but here I sit
without even one small bud.
JDG
Singing in the rain,
the birds thanked me for their feast.
The squirrels didn’t give a peep.
JDG
Fireflies flash warm
greetings as they dart among
the budding bushes
signaling Spring’s departure
and Summer’s soon arrival.
JDG
Even when we have enough,
do enough, are enough,
we still get caught in the grip
of wanting more –
more than ever, more than before,
more than that guy next door.
We really are such a mess.
We even want more
of wanting less.
JDG
This year Summer chose
not to rush in and push Spring
hurriedly aside.
JDG
By one or two
we’ve learned to talk, but
sometimes it takes us forever
to learn to listen.
JDG
Big sorting going on again.
Decisions must be made.
What to keep, what to let go
for inner and outer renewal.
JDG