Abiding Spirit

Daffodil lined path

leading to a small, white church –

rural welcoming

                                                                                                                                                                  JDG

Rough Sailing

Blown off course by March

winds, we regroup and wait for

April’s softer touch.

                                                                         JDG

Spring Longing

Wishing March wasn’t

so long-winded, didn’t love

to hear herself roar…

                                                             JDG

Ah, These Minds Of Ours

I love bargins,

but after unexpectedly receiving

 three in  a row, I grew suspicious.

Was this some kind of cosmic deal

where I would get a few small gains

in exchange for a much larger loss? 

Ah, these minds of ours can sometimes

be real joy robbers.

Even Here

In an empty field

squirrel chases raven over

something too slight to see.

                                                                 JDG

Ready

At seventy-five

I’m done with searching. 

From now on

I’ll stay open and alert,

ready for 

what wants to find me.

                                                                  JDG

Opening Act

In a golden voice

forsythia begins to

sing Spring’s welcoming.

                                                             JDG