It’s not a straight line,
this twisting path from knowledge
to wisdom. Often
it’s quite a convoluted
one as those who walk it know.
JDG
It’s not a straight line,
this twisting path from knowledge
to wisdom. Often
it’s quite a convoluted
one as those who walk it know.
JDG
The song for today
starts sad and slow, but soon some
lively notes appear.
Hearing them, I tap my feet,
glad to move to this new beat.
JDG
Driving past woods bright
with new green, I felt a surge
of newness too. Though
I know it won’t be long til
all this passes, I’m here now.
JDG
As the pond reflects
a calm abiding, redbud.
forsythia, and
cherry invite us to join
them in a lively spring dance.
JDG
I surprise myself
sometimes when I’m swept with an
inexplicable
wave of tenderness toward that
curmudgeon that lives within.
JDG
Frost on the windshield
reminds us Winter isn’t
ready to depart
without an icy remark –
much like some cold folks we know.
JDG
The early morning
was fine just the way it was,
but both fog and frost
decided it really had
to be whitewashed anyway
JDG
When to do and when
to be, what to do and what
to be, how to do
and how to be leave unasked
the bigger questions of why.
JDG
Our dogs don’t whisper.
They sigh, paw, bark, and groan. If
necessary they
combine them all together
in a rousing song and dance.
JDG
Caught in a net of
confusing feelings, she searched
for a way out. When,
at last, she stopped and took them
in, she watched the net dissolve.
JDG