Fireflies flash warm
greetings as they dart among
the budding bushes
signaling Spring’s departure
and Summer’s soon arrival.
JDG
Fireflies flash warm
greetings as they dart among
the budding bushes
signaling Spring’s departure
and Summer’s soon arrival.
JDG
Even when we have enough,
do enough, are enough,
we still get caught in the grip
of wanting more –
more than ever, more than before,
more than that guy next door.
We really are such a mess.
We even want more
of wanting less.
JDG
This year Summer chose
not to rush in and push Spring
hurriedly aside.
JDG
By one or two
we’ve learned to talk, but
sometimes it takes us forever
to learn to listen.
JDG
Big sorting going on again.
Decisions must be made.
What to keep, what to let go
for inner and outer renewal.
JDG
Focused on
what’s missing,
we miss
what’s here.
JDG
Yesterday on my walk with Knox,
I tripped and fell upon the grass.
Cushioned by its softness,
I lay awhile, grateful
I wasn’t injured and was
so gently held. As I grow older
and my sure-footedness shrinks,
I find steadiness in things like
the sweet smell of honeysuckle,
the softness of the grass,
the companionship of Knox.
JDG
Seated in my chair
as groovy songs play, I shift
and sway, shimmy and kick, groan
and giggle and sing along.
Exercise isn’t just for the young.
I may be old, but I’m not numb.
JDG
Cardinal plays leapfrog
with three cowbirds as they dine.
They are not amused.
JDG
Not this and not that,
not anything in between.
Not one thing suits
when I’m tied in nots.
Not wit, not wisdom –
Writing in nots
is all I got.
JDG