After the sun fled west, the pond lay still,

waiting to be

kissed by the

rising

moon.

                                                                             JDG

When the storms of hate rage all around us,

let us seek out

goodness and

act from

there.

                                                                               JDG

After first frost, a suggestion of gold –

Autumn whispers

we are in

for a

change.

                                                                           JDG

Though we can never know the whole story,

it still matters

that we give

it a

try.

                                                                             JDG

Inexplicable love that includes and

transcends – always

 present, but

seldom

seen.

                                                               JDG

Before, beyond, between words lies silence –

the sound poets

listen for

and write

from.

                                                                   JDG

At day’s end I rest, knowing my efforts

 weren’t perfect, but

I did what

I could

do.

                                                                      JDG

A bite of poetry, a sip of song –

relaxing to

a rhythm

of sweet

bliss.

                                                       JDG

Our minds will stray, he said, but the moment

we notice that,

they’re on their

way back

home.

                                                                                       JDG

( with thanks to Bodhipaksa of “Wildmind” )

I slip my moorings and let myself float,

for a time, in

waters grown

still at

last.

                                                                               JDG