Purple fingers stroke
the horizon – sun’s
surprising farewell.
JDG
Purple fingers stroke
the horizon – sun’s
surprising farewell.
JDG
Even trees can carry only so much
before they break.
Why would we
think we
are
not
also
subject to
nature’s laws? Is
it time our visions of dominion broke?
JDG
Day one twenty eight.
What do I appreciate?
Persistence, that’s what.
JDG
One part of me resists.
Another insists.
Back and forth –
Push, Pull.
No, Yes.
Stop, Go.
“Yes. No. Fast. Slow.
Yes. No. Way to go.” –
an awkward harmony at best,
but better sung than spoken.
JDG
It’s been a few days
since I did my chair workout,
but I’m back now, slippin’ and slidin’,
no shuckin’ and jivin’.
JDG
Between the great winding down and the slow
revving up, a
napping space
awaits.
I
can’t
help but
yearn to join
our dogs who spend
inordinate amounts of time plopped there.
JDG
Amidst the hurry and flurry
and much ado,
Murphy, our kitten,
paused to purr. Perhaps
we could take this as a cue
to pause and ponder and purr too.
JDG
Ever-expanding
raindrops dot the pond – nature’s
pointillistic piece.
JDG
Day one twenty six
and still not fixed but my
reluctance has come undone.
JDG
Lunch with an old friend.
Feasting on conversation,
we almost forgot to eat.
JDG