Just as too much light
on rain-soaked roads can make it
hard to see, too much
thought can divert heart’s mission
as we walk grief’s sodden path.
JDG
Just as too much light
on rain-soaked roads can make it
hard to see, too much
thought can divert heart’s mission
as we walk grief’s sodden path.
JDG
Just last week they were
decked out in golden garb,
but now their bare limbs
shiver as fall fades into
the cold and dark of winter.
JDG
Cloud of frothed milk atop morning coffee –
simple pleasure –
I’m off to
a good
start.
JDG
Circumstances forced
her to take an unchosen
path where she found what
she wasn’t looking for and
discovered it was herself.
JDG
May we become
that to which we aspire –
one nation, under God,
indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.
JDG
A tiny cricket
came calling today, perhaps
to complain about
the changing weather, maybe
to ask us to do better.
JDG
A bit of blue peeks through
a sky covered
with slow-moving clouds
of dingy white and gray.
I catch a glimpse
of what lies beyond,
a constancy
that will see me through.
JDG
Caught in an inner storm,
I almost didn’t see
the sun’s scattering of gold
among the swaying trees –
nature’s shimmering reminder
that there’s more to life than me.
JDG
Catherine Arcolio’s blog, leafandtwig.wordpress.com,
joins image and word in a beautiful and often profound way. It is always a source of pleasure.