Our ever-present
cell phones connect us to what’s
not here, allow us
to escape the tedium
and wonder of the moment.
JDG
Lingerings
Though there’s been a thaw,
snow hangs on as remnants of
coldness often do.
JDG
In Her Own Words
Because my words are too feeble to fully celebrate the life and work of Mary Oliver, I will use her own words from her poem,” Prayer”. May you dance on, Mary.
PRAYER
May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risqué.
May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,
leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,
still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.
MARY OLIVER
All In Good Time
“It’s blinding me.
Could someone move the sun?” I ask.
Grandkids sigh and roll their eyes.
“We know you think
we can do the impossible, Gaba.
Relax. This will take a while.”
JDG
Nature Whispers
If we let in warmth
and light, frozen minds could thaw
and icy hearts melt.
Informed compassion could flow,
rivers of connection form.
JDG
Seasonal Change
Having shed autumn
leaves, trees deck themselves out in
scintillating ice.
JDG
At Least For Now
Sitting in silence,
I wait for inspiration
to come, but after
awhile I’m forced to see
she wants nothing of me.
JDG
Where Choice Lies
Outside things are slowed
as the falling snow blankets
the landscape in white.
What we do with the inscape
is completely up to us.
JDG
The Full Spectrum
Too much light can blind,
too little and we can’t see.
In between too much
and too little there’s a world
full of possibility.
JDG
I’ve Heard
If we count our blessings instead of sheep,
we’ll fall into
a deep and
peace filled
sleep.
JDG
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