Some nights the winter fairies come dusting

everything with

white, lending

a wee

bit

of

magic

to a day

begun in grey,

adding enough to chase the blues away.

                                                                                                       JDG

What to do when I’m half-way through and I’m

already done?

From what source

can I

draw

when

little

energy

remains? Friendships

hold living water and from them I drink.

                                                                                                  JDG

As evening fell so did, at last, the snow.

Throughout the day

we waited,

adults

and

kids,

looking

for a glimpse

of falling white.

Now that it’s here, some moan while others cheer.

                                                                                                                           JDG

It’s a small lake, a pond really, but such

a place of peace.

Just one look

and I

fill

my

emptied

cup back up

and pause before

I lift it to my lips and drink my fill.

                                                                                               JDG

Even in this winter season as she

rests, Mother Earth

nurtures and

consoles,

makes

space

for all

her creatures

at her ample

breast, though some push and tug, scrambling for more.

                                                                                                                         JDG

Christmas Cactus, prickly but lovely still,

gives me hope that

others will

look past

all

that’s

prickly

and find some

loveliness in

me this wild and crazy winter season.

                                                                                                JDG

What about the wisdom aging was to

bring? As the knees

grow weaker

and hair

turns

gray,

you’d think

a few pearls

would come my way.

Instead there’s just the same, but older, me.

                                                                                                     JDG

Chilled by winter winds but warmed by thoughts of

three young girls, all

winter born

but with

hearts

of

summer,

I bask in

their stories and

the music they bring this cold December.

                                                                                                                           JDG

Silver glazed trees glisten in the grey light

of an icy

morning. I

slow down

and

share

the sight

with raven,

deer and squirrel.

Content, I head on down the road to work.

                                                                                                JDG

Who would have thought if we kept diving deep

 beneath ocean’s

 rough surface,

beyond

dark

thoughts

and through

unwanted

murky  feelings

we would come to rest on such peaceful sand ?

                                                                                                                                     JDG