All eyes are upon

me as they eagerly watch,

hoping for some small

morsel of food, not wisdom,

to fall their four-legged way.

                                                                                JDG

Even the sky cried –

silent witness to the clouds

of war hovering 

over us as we proclaim,

“Peace on earth, goodwill toward men.”

                                                                                                     JDG

Rage is all the rage

these days. Perhaps if we just

refuse to buy it,

with time and a bit of luck,

it will go out of fashion.

                                                                                                 JDG

When big winds blow hard

across the nation, we take

 refuge in those small,

 countless acts of kindness that

 quietly bend in the wind.

                                                                                                 JDG

“When I saw this plant,

you instantly came to mind,”

she said, leaving me

to wonder was it cactus

or Christmas that was the trigger.

                                                                                                            JDG

The grandkids and I

were both happy at day’s end –

I, because of tasks

accomplished, order made; they,

because orders, at last, ceased.

                                                                                     JDG

I caught a brief glimpse

of who I used to be. Now

if I could only

take a gander at the goose

my grandkids say I’ve become.

                                                                                         JDG

Before the long night

descends, I reflect upon

the constancy of

sky-tied moon and stars even

when their once bright light grows dim.

                                                                                                         JDG

That garden angel,

gift from a beloved friend,

sits behind glass in

my terrarium, watching

over all who enter here.

                                                                                                       JDG

A rainy Sunday

gives us space to simply see,

  to rest and not to

run, to linger long and not

dash here and there, to – just – be.

                                                                                    JDG