Today may I take
a moment or two to note
what is actually
there both without and within
and set judgement aside.
JDG
Today may I take
a moment or two to note
what is actually
there both without and within
and set judgement aside.
JDG
I sit with a group
of women in the presence
of poetry when
suddenly I realize we
ourselves have become a poem.
JDG
Knox gets me walking
several times a day. Always
I am glad he did,
but without insistent tugs
I’d have stayed home warm and snug.
JDG
The grit of life is
the grain of poetry…or
at least that’s what I
tell myself when the car won’t
start and I can’t find my phone.
JDG
The morning’s so warm
it’s as though I fell asleep
in February
and the next morning I woke
up and suddenly there’s May.
JDG
A voice cried out but
no one heard, lost as they were
in their own concerns
Over time the voice grew still
and they wondered what went wrong.
JDG
.
A congress of birds
met on the porch concerning
the distribution
of seeds, but stayed divided
even when the squirrels appeared.
JDG
Thankfully the sun
is sharing warmth and light and
the birds their many
songs. May we too share warmth,
light and song with each other.
JDG
A sliver of me
shivered as I imagined
our cold morning walk,
but I was soon warmed by
picturing Knox and his sticks.
JDG
Much ado about
nothing? You’ll have to direct
your questions to Knox
who’s been running around in
search of both sticks and answers.
JDG