Even red traffic lights are welcome in
the rainy, grey
haze of this
busy
day.
JDG
Even red traffic lights are welcome in
the rainy, grey
haze of this
busy
day.
JDG
COMFORT MEMORY
I feel you today, your face sliding over mine.
Your quiet sadness and detachment
while you sit and peel potatoes,
next to me at the table
in our yellow kitchen with the tv on.
I watch your hands deftly work,
feel you holding my hand as we cross the street
to the safety of the other side.
Those hands oft ignored, yet working so hard
gifting me, us with your strength
guidance and love.
I held your hand as you took your last breath
still feeling warm, soft and giving.
My heart sings with this hold
I still have
of you.
Pat Tashjian
I don’t know who was happier
seeing the bird seed
I put out – the birds
or the squirrels.
JDG
Two elderly men.
some distance apart, placing
flowers at graves of
loved ones – connected by love
though unknown to each other.
JDG
A rare find indeed,
a moment of peace amidst
holiday frenzy –
the perfect gift for harried
souls searching for perfect gifts.
JDG
Not singing in rain
on this cold December day.
I’ll try in July.
JDG
Still life with bird song,
symphony of the senses –
morning walker’s delight.
JDG
After the rain stopped
the evergreens gently held
some glistening drops
until the moment was right
to let the glistening go.
JDG
It’s not that there’s no place to turn
when doubts abound,
when things get rough,
when pain persists.
If we open up, we might see
beyond our fear
to another
trajectory.
With that counter-instinctive turn
we can slowly
make our way to
love’s outstretched arms.
JDG
Light rain at twilight.
Deer grazing in greying mist
and I almost home.
JDG