I don’t know what it is
about this place
that the toads seem to trust,
but when I opened
the door for the cat,
her toad friend hopped in.
The next thing I know
he’ll probably request
a tonic with gin.
JDG
I don’t know what it is
about this place
that the toads seem to trust,
but when I opened
the door for the cat,
her toad friend hopped in.
The next thing I know
he’ll probably request
a tonic with gin.
JDG
As I come and go
that field of bright sunflowers
smiles back at me.
JDG
It could go either way,
sunshine or rain.
Which will you help it to be?
JDG
Can’t meet in Rumi’s
field when a wall of harsh words
restricts our access.
JDG
If trees could talk, I don’t think they’d raise their
voices in praise
of the way
we treat
them.
JDG
Small yellow bird
drinks from fountain.
Young deer grazes nearby.
Bunnies hop across field.
Soft breeze ruffles leaves.
White clouds slide through sky.
JDG
Dark clouds and light clouds
meet, vying for dominion.
The sky, watchfully
patient, murmurs to itself,
“I’ve seen this time and again”.
JDG
Within each of us
lies layers of lead
and layers of gold
Let’s acknowledge the lead
and mine the gold.
JDG
Passing cars bring wind
to roadside grasses causing
them to bend and sway.
Nearby, the fields and trees rest
untouched by human hurry.
JDG
Here I sit, mind as
blank as the page before me,
pen at the ready
should a wayward thought appear
looking for residence here.
JDG