“Just passing through,” they said, these winged guests
from Canada,
“but we’ll take
our rest
here
on
this pond
which cradles
moon, stars, and sun
and which, for a short time, will hold us too.”
JDG
“Just passing through,” they said, these winged guests
from Canada,
“but we’ll take
our rest
here
on
this pond
which cradles
moon, stars, and sun
and which, for a short time, will hold us too.”
JDG
Out here, among these rolling hills, we find
shelter and sweet
protection
from day’s
stress.
No
matter
the weather,
the month, the year,
these hills hold space for us to take a breath.
JDG
Meaning making animals that we are,
we struggle to
form patterns,
to make
sense
of
that life
stew we call
experience,
cooking up stories, essays, poetry.
JDG
Day’s end: pond burns with reflective fire
while trees stand
sentinel
holding
space
for
the slow
deepening
of star drenched night
when pond will catch a gently falling moon.
JDG
When that bit of light paused at my window,
I wondered what
it wanted.
Soon it
left,
lured
away
and astray
by another
who must have wanted to keep things moving.
JDG
After nearly a week of rain, princes
and princesses
turn into
frogs as
moms
cast
about
for any
spell that will hop
their little froggy selves outside for fun.
JDG
Caught off guard by the Universe, I laugh
at what is sent
unbidden.
It must
be
this
wild
Universe
knows me better
than I know myself and enjoys my laugh.
JDG
On overcast days we can see just fine.
It is not a
matter of
seeing
or
not
seeing.
Rather, it’s
how heart and mind
respond to certain qualities of light.
JDG
I’ll say this for squirrels – unlike birds, they don’t
leave a lot of
mess behind.
Perhaps
next
snow
I’ll put
out squirrel
feeders instead
and save myself a lot of clean-up time.
JDG
Perhaps the wise have the courage to first
be judged as fools
as they thought,
acted,
and
lived
outside
the tidy
box of what was
and was not thought to be possible.
JDG