When my pen is poised and the words refuse

to flow, it could

be a sign 

to dive

deep,

keep

silent,

and simply

sit and wait ’til

inspiration strikes or I fall asleep.

                                                                               JDG

The pond rises slowly, bit by bit, ’til

it can contain

not one drop

more. We

can

be

like this 

too, taking

on more than we

can hold. I’m hoping for a gentle spill.

                                                                                        JDG

Rain is forecast for later today, but

it’s not here now.

Now the birds

feed as

the

pale 

grey sky

waits for the

right moment to

shower earth with an outpouring of gifts.

                                                                                             JDG

Each age has its task. The young step forward

as the old learn

to make room

and step

back.

Both

tasks are 

hard; each has

its own reward,

and both benefit from self-compassion.

                                                                                                            JDG

I’m avoiding the void in me. I keep

tossing in stuff –

food, thoughts, text.

I can’t

just

let

myself

be without

form and void. I’ll

turn to Spirit, let it enter and rest.

                                                                                                JDG

Not liking uncertainty, we quickly

flee from awkward

unknowing

to what

we

think

we need –

those who will

confirm what we

believe, not challenge us to seek new leads.

                                                                                            JDG

Even trees can carry only so much

before they break.

Why would we

think we

are

not

also

subject to

nature’s laws? Is

it time our visions of dominion broke?

                                                                                         JDG

Between the great winding down and the slow

revving up, a

napping space

awaits.

I

can’t

help but

yearn to join

our dogs who spend

 inordinate amounts of time plopped there.

                                                                                           JDG

It didn’t take a bonfire to bring

much-needed warmth

to this cold

winter

night.

It

only

took one bloom

from that Christmas

Cactus to warm us all with pink delight.

                                                                                                   JDG

In the stillness I settle down and sleep,

grateful for all

that isn’t

present

now.

There’ll be

time enough

later to count

the many blessings of what was and is.

                                                                                                 JDG