When I drive,
I don’t listen to the radio,
but my mind chatters longer
than any radio host and there’s not
even a musical interlude.
Today though, the setting sun
brought my mind to a stuttering halt
and opened me to the larger world.
JDG
When I drive,
I don’t listen to the radio,
but my mind chatters longer
than any radio host and there’s not
even a musical interlude.
Today though, the setting sun
brought my mind to a stuttering halt
and opened me to the larger world.
JDG
When this patch of land claimed me as its own,
something in me
finally
came to
rest.
Next
to the
pond I built
my nest, and found
my heart’s forever home among these trees.
JDG
After the rain the trees had no need for
a rainbow. They
turned themselves
into
gold.
JDG
Looking for the key
to happiness, she failed to
see its open door.
JDG
Golden arms reaching
toward the sky, sheltering small
rabbit down below.
JDG
She spun a grey tale
into gold just by what she
chose to emphasize.
The opposite can be done
too. It’s up to me and you.
JDG
A single branch holds
dark shadow and bright light as
speckled leaves whisper.
JDG
In consideration
for all the work it has done,
I’ve decided to give
the vacuum cleaner a rest.
JDG
An afternoon of
raindrops and bright falling leaves –
autumn rhapsody.
JDG
A poem accepts
a heart that’s empty,
a heart that’s full,
that which pushes,
that which pulls,
a lot of words,
or just a few.
A poem opens itself to you.
JDG