Writing poetry

can open the closed windows

of a fearful mind.

                                 JDG

So many wonders

missed as we thrash around in

worry’s undertow.

                                                   JDG

Wishing the rain would

wash away the mind’s debris,

water hope instead.

                                              JDG

It’s just seventeen

syllables and I can’t seem

to come up with one.

                                         JDG

Pink clouds mingle with

grey. The sky teaches us how

to hold differences.

                                                   JDG

So many chances

to learn, yet so few of them

are ever taken.

                                              JDG

May we be guided

by love and reason as we

traverse these dark times.

                                                     JDG

Turning blind eyes to

unpleasant truths results in

a loss of vision.

                                        JDG

Nothing witty or

profound was said, but at lunch

both our souls were fed.

                                               JDG

Not singing in rain

on this cold December day.

I’ll try in July.

                                       JDG