Weighted down by rain,
blown by hefty winds, most trees
make it through the storm
by staying firmly grounded
but also able to bend.
JDG
Weighted down by rain,
blown by hefty winds, most trees
make it through the storm
by staying firmly grounded
but also able to bend.
JDG
As I rest beneath
the dark blanket of night, I
slowly close my eyes
to all my daytime concerns
and open myself to sleep.
JDG
Across the pasture
and the road, the morning mist
slowly crawls, causing
us to crawl too. Through the mist
we see what we might have missed..
JDG
Knox almost felt he
could touch the moon so drunk
was he on its light.
Head tilted toward the sky, he
howled, begging it to come close.
JDG
Walking as the rain
began. First a worm, then some
ants crossed our path. Hope
they will find some shelter soon
as Knox and I head for home.
JDG
A sudden burst of
energy as I move to
music from my youth.
I find I can dance and play
in a graceful, ageless way.
JDG
(With gratitude to Denise Medved, designer of Ageless Grace and Janie Peterson, our trainer.)
Evening arrives with
the deer reclaiming the yard
as their own, grazing,
relaxed but vigilant, as
we, too, wait for night to fall.
JDG
As I put on my
socks, a brilliant idea
came to me, but by
the time I stood up, it must
have decided to stand down.
JDG
Under the curving
branches of a nearby tree,
birds gather to dine,
undaunted by squirrels or
lightly falling August rain.
JDG
For months now that branch,
damaged in a storm, has hung,
stark and bare of leaves,
leaving us with memories of
how branch and tree used to be.
JDG