Before and after
sudden summer storms they sing,
showering us with
melody, showing us how
to cope with shifting weather.
JDG
Before and after
sudden summer storms they sing,
showering us with
melody, showing us how
to cope with shifting weather.
JDG
Traveling down Beaverdam Creek Road, I
realize there are
no beavers
here and
no
dam –
no creek
either. If
there’s deep meaning
here, the poet in me should have found it.
JDG
Just think,
if we had not
had to find a way
to protect our exposed
skin, the clothing industry
would not have been born.
A constraint can be more than a complaint.
It can be a push to solve a pesky problem.
JDG
It seems just yesterday that tree stood bare
and now flowers
adorn her
verdant
hair.
JDG
Another wild
roadside meeting between those
black-eyed Susans and
the blue bachelors – honestly,
you’d think they’d be more discreet.
JDG
Before the moon can
even rise, the sky fills with
flirting fireflies –
flying sparks of dancing light
soften the slow creep of night.
JDG
A turtle doesn’t
sing a lilting song, but who knows
what goes on within that shell?
JDG
In this emptied moment
I am full.
No throbs or twinges,
No searing pain.
No itches to scratch,
No hunger to feed.
In this emptied moment
I am full.
JDG
She is quite lovely,
our calico cat, but she
insists we look past
her surface beauty to the
master complainer within.
JDG
When life tosses us
a sailing frisbee of joy,
let’s catch it and pass it on.
JDG