In a lush field of possibilities

a gateless fence of doubt

and fear pens us in.

The ground is bare and hardened

by our anxious pacing … until

one day we realize

the fence is self-constructed

and we begin the slow,

 hard work of disassembling.

JDG

Every year we shape

that tree to our liking

and every year we enjoy

a brief success…then,

 that stubborn tree

reclaims the shape

it wants to be.

JDG

Come, 

join me in a joyful flight.

put your chores and woes away,

for the moment soar and play.

Leave your troubles on the ground,

sip the nectar all around,

listen to the flowers sing.

Who knows what the morrow brings?

JDG

It’s

            not 

                                                                              a 

race

to

                    fall,

     but

                             some

  leaves.  

                        have

                                                                              already

                begun.

JDG

Every now and then

a song reaches out and grabs us,

takes us to another time,

another place, and once again

we’re in a friend’s basement

rockin’ to “Let’s Go To The Hop”.

JDG

Do you think trees question

their right to take root,

to branch out, to leaf,

to glisten in the sun,

to drop their leaves

when the days grow

short and cold?

Maybe we could learn

to question less.

Maybe we could learn

to live more like trees.

JDG