” 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
Some days are easy.
some days are hard. With gentle
care I stay on track.
JDG
I gather my scattered thoughts,
my troubled feelings
and invite them to ride
the wave of my breath.
In time, they slowly relax
and become part of the wave itself.
JDG
This rainy morning
I want to go back to bed.
Choose to exercise instead.
JDG
Another dead end…
and a chance to turn around,
find a different way.
JDG
Monday morning has
arrived and so have I. Would
you believe at exercise?
JDG
When a poem calls out to be written,
pull off the road.
It will take
you where
your
soul
wants
to
go.
JDG
A clear, sunny day –
perfect in every way for
exercise and play.
JDG
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
It isn’t magic.
It took repeated practice
before I began
to feel really good. Hmm, it
might be magic after all.
JDG
