On the dirt road,
gravel ground down,
leaves pressed by passing tires,
part of a montage
composed by cars and trees.
JDG
Seventy seven
years on this planet and I
still haven’t figured
out what it’s all about… and
there’s no use asking Alfie.
JDG
Nobody ever told me
I should go to magician school,
but I wish they had because,
like so many of us,
I’m asked to work magic
and produce whatever is needed
out of thin air.
JDG
That deer and I exchanged a look.
“Who is the visitor here,”
we asked, “you or I?”
The rising sun and setting moon
shine their light on both of us
and continue on their cosmic way.
JDG
Early this morning,
before the birds began to call,
I sprinkled their food
on the broad porch rail.
One by one they came –
a feast for them and for my eyes.
JDG
It’s a stretch of limbs
and a semi-rigid mind,
but I slowly find
a more limber way to be –
an exercise in delight.
JDG
So grateful Greta
and others do not err on
the side of caution.
What will become of us if
no one speaks truth to power?
JDG
Juniper branches
hold scattered raindrops,
adding a bit of
sparkle to an otherwise
dismal December day.
JDG
A Thanksgiving Day
where we all had our say
and we’re still speaking.
JDG