A weekend with friends,
a union of hearts,
honoring beginnings
and endings
and all that lies between.
JDG
A weekend with friends,
a union of hearts,
honoring beginnings
and endings
and all that lies between.
JDG
The wannabe butterfly
fancies flitting among the trees
but doesn’t fancy the dissolving
metamorphosis brings,
so I choose a grounded pleasure
watching others play
among the swaying branches
and the dancing leaves.
JDG
In those candid photographs,
I see joy-filled faces –
a much needed balance
to unhappy memories
of floundering frustration
and moments of lost temper.
Photographs and memories
capture parts but never hold the whole.
JDG
Some come alone, some come
in groups; some are wary, some are bold;
some linger, some do not,
but all are agreed –
deer, rabbits, raccoons, possums,
turtles, and toads –
that we are the deluded visitors
who think we own what can’t be owned,
an earth that must be shared.
JDG
Though the sky
steadily darkened
and the clouds
slowly spread,
the sudden fierceness
of the downpour
caught us by surprise.
JDG
Momentary lapse
or preview of things to come?
– a question the aging ask.
JDG
A certain sadness comes as I sit alone
with photographs and papers from the past.
The mind clings to the sadness
and tells a slanted story.
I decide to invite body, mind, and heart,
all three, to sit with sadness, mind’s story, and me.
What we’ll discover, I don’t know but suspect
it has to do with addendums, acceptance, and letting go.
JDG
Ragweed, please don’t rag
on me and Goldenrod, could
you please spare the rod?
JDG
Digital clocks mark
one minute and then the next,
but fail to show where
that minute stands in relation
to minutes past or
those yet to come.
Has our consciousness
become digital too?
Can we no longer see ourselves
as one part of a much larger whole?
JDG
On this September
Saturday, even the crows
can’t find anything
to complain about until
they hear the soft dove sing.
JDG