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.

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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.

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Maybe If

Maybe if we’d catch

ourselves in our own arms and sing

ourselves a comforting song,

we could climb back up

and fly once more.

                                                                           JDG

 

have you seen how hope…

I wanted to share this lovely poem by Sarah Whitely from her blog ebbtide.wordpress.com

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have you seen how hope
gathers at the edge of pain?

how like first light, it graces
the thin lip of the ridge
before sweeping wholesale
down the slope?

how sometimes it is slow
to gather, and even slower
to rise up over the noise
of our daily just-eking-by?

love, too, is like this –
it should spill over like time
that can’t be bound by hours,
it should shake your petals

© Sarah Whiteley

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A Hurried Offering

Too soon, they bloom,

those twin cherry trees,

and too soon they’ll fade.

                                                       JDG