A little stillness
lets the muddy waters clear.
We can then begin
to see beneath the stirred up
surface to the depths below.
JDG
A little stillness
lets the muddy waters clear.
We can then begin
to see beneath the stirred up
surface to the depths below.
JDG
Rising sun filters
through new green leaves, igniting
cherry trees beyond.
A line of crows sits across
the road cawing harsh critiques.
JDG
A blanket of white
questions covers that green field
punctuated with
purple exclamations –
a lively letter from Spring.
JDG
At day’s end I pause
and offer thanks for pauses
large and small that let
me rest from busyness and
find my way back to center.
JDG
Surrounded by words
at Barnes and Noble, I search
for my own words in
hopes that I might fashion them
into something like a poem.
JDG
At seventy-three
I’m slowly inching my way
to maturity.
Who knows where I’ll be when I
reach the age of eighty-three?
JDG
Let’s celebrate when
we live in light, and honor
when we have the heart
to keep watch through what seems to
be a never-ending night.
JDG
.
Early buds sometimes
get the warmth, but often they
are stopped cold in their
rush to be the first in Spring’s
long-awaited unfolding.
After getting all
wound up about winding down,
I decided on
another course – I’d unwind
instead with a bit of wine.
JDG
Understanding comes
when mind’s door opens and swings
heart’s door open too.
Sometimes though, heart opens first
before mind has a clue.
JDG