By now I know I’ll

never really get it – not

the whole anyway,

but I collect the pieces –

make meaning the best I can.

                                                                    JDG

Lost in a wasteland

of disconnection, a dream

comes to comfort me,

bringing an invitation

to reflect and integrate.

                                                                   JDG

Why is it we see,

come spring, what we managed to

ignore all winter?

Do our eyes hibernate too

and in spring are born anew?

                                                                       JDG

She watches the cup

rise to my lips and studies

the falling rain with

equal interest. Murphy is

a connoisseur of moments.

                                                   JDG

Past resentments fade

and current irritations

vanish as I step

outside. A field of tiny

buttercups colors my view.

                                                                     JDG

The solidity

of nouns, the fluidity

of verbs reflect a

mystery words can only

approach but never capture.

                                                                  JDG

You have a bad rep,

sweet dandelion. You should

not make yourself so

available. Playing hard

to get is a better bet.

                                                                    JDG

                                                                                                         photograph by Kali Wells

                                                                                               (my granddaughter)

Now you don’t see it;

now you do – bursts of bloom on

bushes, trees, and ground.

The entrance, though silent, is

definitely not subdued.

                                                                         JDG

She sits at her post,

watching all manner of birds,

squirrels, and people come

 and  go. I wonder what she

makes of all this busyness?

                                                                           JDG

Sleep is tugging at 

my eyelids and pulling my

head down toward my chest.

 Something in me resists, but

nevertheless, Sleep insists.

                                                                      JDG