I wonder how it feels to be the last
leaf hanging, to
be holding
on so
long?
JDG
I wonder how it feels to be the last
leaf hanging, to
be holding
on so
long?
JDG
Letting the quiet
settle into my bones this
morning. Preparing
for the noisy day ahead,
I watch my breath rise and fall.
JDG
In the silence the only sound I hear
comes from inside
my own head.
Hush now.
Rest
now.
You have
miles to
go and many
promises to keep. Hush now. Rest now. Sleep.
JDG
Where have all the old songs gone –
the ones we sang while marching?
They brought cohesion, fought despair,
helped us get from here to there.
The work’s not done; there’s much to do –
much to tend, much to fix, much to stop,
much to build, much to nurture, much to birth.
If the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind,
let us listen, let us sing, let us gather, let us begin.
JDG
After the fog clears
it is easy to see what
was there all along.
JDG
Some trees raise their limbs
in fiery protest. Who
could possibly call
them mute when, after all, they
gave their blazing best to Fall?
JDG
We can enjoy this
year’s muted autumn color
or we can compare
it to the blaze of former
years and sadly find it wanting.
JDG
After a slow start
and in a more muted way
trees began to sing
a halting hallelujah
to a season much delayed.
JDG
While meditating
today, I learned I don’t have
to scratch every itch.
JDG
Not crazy about
PC? Why not try CD –
common decency?
JDG
(with thanks to Jonathan for introducing me to the expression, CD)