Rose bushes have
both blossoms and thorns.
We too have blossoms and thorns,
though it’s easier
to accept in roses.
JDG
Category Archives: poetry
Nature’s Way
Gentle breeze teases
fall leaves, making the woods fill
with soft, rustling sighs.
JDG
This And That
The morning starts slow.
I eavesdrop on talk between
the birds and the trees
as the sun tries to make up
its mind whether to shine or not.
JDG
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Icy Start
Early morning frost –
Autumn’s prelude to Winter’s
more challenging white.
JDG
What’s Good For The Goose…
Soon Knox will go
for his two weeks board and train
where he’ll learn all
I haven’t been able to teach him.
My grandkids say they’re going to
sign me up for a two weeks board and train
where I’ll learn all
they haven’t been able to teach me.
JDG
Like A Room Without A Roof
She sang a song of
lilting happiness as she
hit the high notes of
her day – beautiful music
to any grandmother’s ears.
JDG
Who Knows?
Why assume
we know the intentions
of others when
we’re often unclear
about our own?
JDG
Sitting Meditation
The satisfaction
of simply sitting
slowly seeps
into my being
surprising me
with unexpected,
grounded peace.
JDG
When Clouds Speak
Today in the clouds
I saw a phoenix rising
and a young dragon.
It’s time to sit and listen
to what those two have to say.
JDG
Knox Helps Out
Sensing I was down,
Knox brought me his rubber toys
one by one as if to say,
“If you’re going to mope around,
let me give you something fun to chew on.”
JDG
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