Hearing the old tree

creak, I realized we two have

some things in common.

JDG

Time to put the pen

down. Out of ideas, but

still plenty of ink.

JDG

Swept away the mind’s

debris and let the trees speak.

Wind blows me a kiss.

JDG

No need to search for

gold. It abounds all around

in bush and flower.

JDG

It’s hard to listen 

to the whispers of the soul

when ego’s busy talking.

JDG

Just when we think we’ve

figured things out, life throws us

another riddle.

JDG

Knox scoffs at the thought

that I trained him when it’s clear

 he’s still training me.

JDG

Morning winds foretell

a day of icy chill as

the sun defiantly shines.

JDG

Saying yes to no

when the workload overflows –

the best way to go.

JDG

Old wounds still remain.

but now it’s our defenses

that cause us the pain.

JDG