Against a landscape
ripe with green, my red leaves
boldly proclaim
beauty comes in many colors.
JDG
It’s not a straight line,
this twisting path from knowledge
to wisdom. Often
it’s quite a convoluted
one as those who walk it know.
JDG
A sunlit morning, yet dark clouds hover.
The sky holds both
clouds and sun.
So must
we.
JDG
Even though it looks like rain
and a big storm is on the horizon,
those buttercups keep on smiling,
offering reassurance that no storm,
no matter how big, lasts forever.
JDG
Amidst Spring’s green swell,
the spill of wisteria
casts a purple spell.
JDG
Sitting in silence
caressing that tree’s rough bark,
I felt as if it
were telling me to stop my
nervous picking, to
let my own rough places be,
that they’re just a part of me.
JDG
Each tree ages in
its own way, but all of them
are seeking the light.
JDG
Rabbits and squirrels play
in buttercup dotted fields
after last night’s storm.
JDG
“Look, Gaba,” she said,
“our first butterfly this year.
I hope she finds things
to her liking and lingers
long enough to bring
more cheer.” Then seeing her light
on a purple bloom,
she smiled, saying, “She’s found
a way to dispel the gloom.”
JDG
The song for today
starts sad and slow, but soon some
lively notes appear.
Hearing them, I tap my feet,
glad to move to this new beat.
JDG