If Driving

When a poem calls out to be written,

pull off the road.

It will take 

you where

your

soul

wants

to

go.

                                                                                JDG

 

 

 

 

Tree Of Life

Outside my window

a pine tree grows – way station,

highway, haven, home 

of shy tree flowers who fade

into bark and branch;

colorful standouts, flapping

wings; high-flying squirrels,

dancing on outstretched limbs. One

large tree which they all

share. I greet them with a bow,

thank them for showing us how.

                                                                                  JDG

 

The New Economics?

At that doggie spa

I swear I saw a sign that said,

“Poo for lease.”

                                                                            JDG

With Outstretched Limbs

The snow is gently

held by the community

of trees, and when it’s

time, one by one, they allow

the snow to go. Their

roots are firmly grounded in

the natural order of things.

                                                                              JDG

 

Day 142 – And The Winner Is…

 As I exercised,

I watched birds feed in the snow. 

Our kitten couldn’t

seem to decide who was more

a spectacle – birds or me.

                                                                         JDG

Snowed

Snow?

Again?

The weather’s

not my friend –

not today

anyway.

My grandkids,

though, beg

to differ

as they

shout, all

aquiver,

“No school!

Snow!

Again!”.

                                                  JDG

 

 

Universal Reminder

The Universe must have had enough

of me and my worrisome moods.

Grabbing a pen to jot down

my daily poem, I found one already there.

Short and to the point, it read:

Big Trip

Short Fuse

Deep Breath

Just Cruise.

When I wrote it, I don’t know,

but what I do know is this –

the Universe is a poet too, 

 and just to make this crystal  clear,

 showed me a license plate that read

LUVJG24.

 

LUVJG24, that’s what, three years ago, the license plate on a stranger’s car said. I read it on a day I was feeling pretty low. The synchronicity of it startled me and at first I took it as a reminder that I, whose initials are “JG”, am loved 24 hours a day whether I am aware of it or not. A few days later I realized it could also be read as an injunction, telling me, JG, to love 24 hours a day. I then wrote the poem above and posted it on my blog in April of 2015.  In the intervening years I have recalled that day and marveled at the unlikelihood of that strange happening.

Today,  I was sitting with a question that has been occupying me lately: “How can I best serve others and myself in the time I have remaining?” when I recalled, once more, the message the universe sent me via a license plate three years ago.  The universe, it seems, has infinite patience and will keep repeating it until I finally catch on and let myself be guided by it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           JDG