The hills are brown now –
a reminder that every
season can’t be green,
but if we take the time to
look there’s beauty to be seen.
JDG
The hills are brown now –
a reminder that every
season can’t be green,
but if we take the time to
look there’s beauty to be seen.
JDG
Still raining, but I’m
not feeling blue ’cause to mine
own self I’ve been true.
JDG
A slow emptying –
dogs and cats nod off to sleep
as rain softly falls.
JDG
As I exercised
Toby cocked an eye, dogsplained,
“It’s raining. Just rest.”
JDG
The upside of down
is something only
optimists pursue.
Pessimists have
their feet planted
firmly underground
as they watch for
the downside of up.
JDG
Blessed silence was with me
as I exercised today.
Even my own mind kept
wordy thoughts at bay.
JDG
My granddaughter Sami says
she hasn’t given up hope
that I might become
more like the grandmothers
she’s read about in books,
seen in movies and on tv.
She hasn’t given up hope
that I’ll put away
my swear words coloring book,
don a flowered apron,
and make batches of cookies
as uplifting music softly plays.
JDG
Without leaving home,
I find myself in a foreign
land without a map.
JDG
A cold start, but
halfway through I felt a spark.
Can’t say I’m on fire,
but in time, a flame could dance.
JDG
” Look,” my granddaughter said,
pointing to clouds in the morning sky.
“There’s a lavender chicken
watching us from up on high.
I know you’re into signs
and portents and stuff,
but what do you make
of that piece of fluff?”
” Ah,” I said, looking wise,
“that’s nature warning
us not to take drugs.”
She looked at me with
rolling eyes and heaved
a long and purple sigh.
JDG