Emergency call
to Fall – it’s 93 here.
Is help on the way?
JDG
Emergency call
to Fall – it’s 93 here.
Is help on the way?
JDG
In my seventy-six years,
I’ve heard many solutions
to life’s inevitable problems,
but an ancient one
still seems best:
clear-eyed, open hearted
acceptance of what’s here,
then acting with love from there.
JDG
My solitary walk
was not so solitaire.
The trees whispered encouragement
as crows critiqued my pace.
My knees groaned
and my right hip complained.
The voices in my head
vied for attention,
but suddenly the rising sun
stunned us into silence,
and in that shimmering light
we made our peace.
JDG
Weekday work overflows,
flooding weekend’s open ground.
With some luck, I’ll find a way
to hop a boat and sail away.
JDG
Reclining outside,
I spot tiny bits of fluff
riding Saturday’s
lazy breeze and let my thoughts
meander, aimless and free.
JDG
When bleak thoughts,
dark seeds of despair,
fall on mind’s fertile ground,
they’ll thrive. Let’s crowd them out
by scattering seeds of gratitude
and cultivating
those scattered seeds with care.
JDG
Spinning yellow leaves
speak softly
of Summer’s shift to Fall.
JDG
“Embrace it all,” they say,
and I guess that means
the dog turd in my path
as the sun beams over the horizon.
Why, I wonder, can’t the Universe
be a little more discreet?
JDG
Early turning leaves –
some trees just can’t hold back.
They offer hints of what’s to come.
JDG
My inner curmudgeon and I
went for a morning walk today.
He began, as you’d expect,
ignoring the call and tweet of birds,
the beaver that scurried across the road.
Instead he noted my lopsided gait,
saying it wouldn’t be long until…
but as we walked among the trees,
he unexpectedly grew still,
and by the time we got back home
he’d decided to give it a rest.
JDG