“Are you pulled over
because of mechanical
difficulties with
your car or with your poem?”
my grandson asked as
he drove past. “I can turn
around and help you
with the one, but the other
you’ll just have to muddle through.”
JDG
“Are you pulled over
because of mechanical
difficulties with
your car or with your poem?”
my grandson asked as
he drove past. “I can turn
around and help you
with the one, but the other
you’ll just have to muddle through.”
JDG
blackberry bushes,
honeysuckle, and daisies
beam – summer beckons
JDG
If only it stopped
with “to be or not to be?”
and we weren’t called to
ask additional questions,
those hard ones like how and why.
JDG
As the sun begins
to set, she surveys the day
and declares it good,
this granddaughter of mine. Full
and content, she takes her rest.
JDG
A wind tossed Sabbath
reminds us that spirit moves
when and as it will.
JDG
” What’s that strange yellow
thing high in the sky?” he asked
after endless days
of grey. We rushed out the door.
There it was – bright, shining sun.
JDG
In the presence of
others, each works quietly
on her own soul’s task.
JDG
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They circle around,
those turkey buzzards. Are they
waiting for their flock
to be complete? One lies on
the road, hit by a
passing car. Just yesterday
they sat together
after dining at road’s edge.
One day. One car. Lasting change.
JDG
Birds and I awake
to another overcast
morn. They usher in
the day with song while I chime
in with assorted grumbles.
JDG