A Dog’s Gotta Do What A Dog’s Gotta Do

Seeing he didn’t

want to rally and walk, she

lured him with a treat.

He grabbed it quickly and ran

leaving her with leash in hand.

                                                                                JDG

In Surgery’s Wake

No deep insights or

mystical revelations –

just overwhelming

gratitude and a taste of

profound peace – more than enough.

                                                                                          JDG

On My Better Days

On my better days

(moments really, days being

longer than I can

manage) I can move beyond

myself and find my way to you.

                                                                                              JDG

Knee Surgery Reflection

Not the swiftest of

folks, I was “kneedled” into

learning the pleasure

of minimalism and

its simple truth: less is more.

                                                                              JDG

One Man’s Apple Is Another Man’s Onion

If I didn’t know

better, I’d think The Onion

had been hired to

write the text for this chapter

in our nation’s history.

                                                                           JDG

December, 2016

No rush, no bustle –

just a healing holiday

where what was broken

is made new and a grounded

spirit soars with calm delight.

                                                                                     JDG

Unexpected Arrival

Sometimes when pen is

put to paper, we’re taken

beyond where we meant

to go and we can’t pretend

not to know what we now know.

                                                                                   JDG

Now And Forever

How quickly days change –

grey to gold to grey, then back

again. Neither gold

nor grey can stay, no matter

what those lazy pundits say.

                                                                                      JDG

Settling

Letting the quiet

settle into my bones this

morning. Preparing

for the noisy day ahead,

I watch my breath rise and fall.

                                                                                   JDG

Autumn Protest

Some trees raise their limbs

in fiery protest. Who

could possibly call

them mute when, after all, they

gave their blazing best to Fall?

                                                                                     JDG