Daffodils and forsythia
sing a joyous song
as Winter yields
to Spring’s tender touch.
JDG
Seasoned View
I see in myself
and all my aging friends
a delayed obsolescence.
Contrary to some recent reports,
we’re still in good working order
in spite of a few
predictable glitches.
JDG
Worth Considering
Things are constantly
on the move whether
we know it or not.
Where do you find your ground
in this ever-shifting world?
JDG
As The Moon Ascends
The steady click
of the clock’s pendulum
keeps time with
the beat of my heart.
The furnace whispers warmth
as the dog, freshly bathed,
tries to lick himself dry.
From the other room
the bed silently suggests,
“Surrender the day,
Embrace the night”
as I slowly shuffle
off to sleep.
JDG
In Its Own Way, In Its Own Time
You can’t hurry a poem. Waiting is
as much a part
as writing.
Stops and
starts,
some
u-turns,
some right turns,
some wrong turns and,
if you are patient, a poem might come.
JDG
Nevertheless, I Persist
Trying my best to replace carping with
carpe diem.
It’s harder
than it
sounds.
JDG
Soulful Feeding
Those feeding birds feed
my eyes, provide nourishment-
a soulful repast
JDG
Forever Thus
Broken limbs, fallen
trees – lying in the midst of
Spring’s budding promise
JDG
Retrospective Realization
Trying to come up with
one small wish today…
I don’t know if it was
the “one” part,
or the “small” part,
or the “wish” part,
but I just couldn’t do it.
Later I realized,
though not consciously spoken,
a small wish was granted.
JDG
They Cannot See
They cannot see.
Even though the light grows more bright,
they cannot see.
They see through a glass darkly now,
yearning to see what is not true,
yearning to see what is not there.
They cannot see.
JDG
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