When you’re pricked by thorns, it’s real easy to
lose sight of the
blooms and their
fragrant
scent.
JDG
When you’re pricked by thorns, it’s real easy to
lose sight of the
blooms and their
fragrant
scent.
JDG
That line of geese filled the sky with non-stop
commentary
on their long
flight back
home.
JDG
The light shines bright, but our vision grows dim,
clouded by our
focus on
other
things.
JDG
Sometimes you receive the just right book at
the just right time.
This was one
of those
books.
JDG
Leaves, distinctly singular, but like each
of us, one part
of a much
larger
whole.
JDG
What lingers after my walk this morning –
four small, red leaves
hanging from
a gray
branch.
JDG
The pond, reflecting on all the sun shows
but leaves unsaid,
waits to hear
from the
wind.
JDG
After the rain the trees had no need for
a rainbow. They
turned themselves
into
gold.
JDG
A sunlit morning, yet dark clouds hover.
The sky holds both
clouds and sun.
So must
we.
JDG