As we make our way
through thorny thickets, may we
remember to take
refuge in small clearings and
to celebrate sweet pickings.
JDG
As we make our way
through thorny thickets, may we
remember to take
refuge in small clearings and
to celebrate sweet pickings.
JDG
My mood needs to dance
with a different partner. I
pick that small, yellow
butterfly and ask it to
teach me what fleeting things know.
JDG
Caught in the draft of
cars speeding past, tall grass shakes
as its roots hold firm.
I ponder what speeding cars
and rooted grass have to teach.
JDG
They must have heard it’s
about to rain cats and dogs,
because my two cats
and my two dogs have been on
their very best behavior.
JDG
Is that Butterweed
dancing along roads, across
fields in morning mist,
telegraphing Fall’s approach,
lending color to fog’s gray?
JDG
The number of times
I’ve gotten in my own way?
I’ve lost count. Better
to focus not on counting
but on recalibrating.
JDG
That small tree must be
type A. It sure got the jump
on all the other
trees and coaxed its green leaves to
begin turning red today.
JDG
Every now and then,
actually more then than now,
we surprise ourselves
and spontaneously act
in a mindful manner.
JDG
Days unfold without
hurry or worry and in
their slow openings,
I see synchronicities
I might otherwise have missed.
JDG
Evening sun pours forth
redemptive light after days
of rain and regret.
It’s amazing what a burst
of belated light can do.
JDG