After the sun sets,

there’s still light enough to see –

a softer and far

 gentler light that helps us

prepare for the coming night.

                                                                                JDG

Hard storms one day, bright

sun the next – we Virginians

are used to shifts in

politics and weather and

all that comes with climate change.

                                                                                                  JDG

What happens when we

want to be both authentic

and safe in a world

that demands conformity

to a predetermined norm?

                                                                                              JDG

Things are tidy now.

The median has been cleared

of perennial 

volunteers. Still, I’m glad they

had a week to meet and greet.

                                                                                      JDG

Not sunny, but not

rainy either – one of those

 non definitive,

Spring days -great for learning how

to go with whatever is.

                                                                                           JDG

The many storied 

lives we lead can result in

strange works of fiction.

Lured by this lore, we might miss

the truth stored in the basement.

                                                                                                      JDG

It just takes a slight

promise of sun to brighten 

the gloom of the day –

another reminder that 

neither gold nor gray can  stay.

                                                                                   JDG

If only it stopped

with “to be or not to be?”

and we weren’t called to 

ask additional questions,

those hard ones like how and why.

                                                                                     JDG

As the sun begins

to set, she surveys the day

and declares it good,

this granddaughter of mine. Full

and content, she takes her rest.

                                                                                          JDG

” What’s that strange yellow

thing high in the sky?” he asked

after endless days

of grey. We rushed out the door.

There it was – bright, shining sun.

                                                                                                   JDG