Even when the day
is overcast, daffodils
and pansies, redbud
and forsythia, cherry
and pear, shine without the sun.
JDG
Even when the day
is overcast, daffodils
and pansies, redbud
and forsythia, cherry
and pear, shine without the sun.
JDG
Sometimes writing is
a life line I toss myself
to pull me ashore
when the waters I’m swimming
in grow rough and threatening.
JDG
Today’s sun hid ’til
almost noon only to be
replaced by a full
moon. Still, when the time was right,
sun stepped forth and shone full bright.
JDG
Trees – some evergreen,
some budding, some still bare – form
a living lattice:
playground and feeding station
for acrobatic squirrels.
JDG
Inconsistency –
is that all we can count on
in these constantly
changing times? Or is there more –
something beyond what we see ?
JDG
A child looks at
falling snow flakes, announces
pixies are dusting
cobwebs from empty mansions
in the sky. Spring’s almost here.
JDG
When does a task take
a leap into the domain
of just what I do –
when a task is no longer
a task, but something just done?
JDG
When our days grow full
and threaten to overflow,
it may be time to
do a little emptying
not just of days but of self.
JDG
Side by side they sit
on the dock down by the pond,
those two sisters who
have weathered so much and who
find shelter in each other.
JDG