riding the waves of
rolling hills, three sun-lit deer
on a summer morn
riding the waves of
rolling hills, three sun-lit deer
on a summer morn
When inner landscape turns rugged and bleak,
I’ll adjust my
view, seek to
include
you.
JDG
I just have to ask,
bright butterfly, why you crossed
my path today?
Is there some deep meaning here
of nectar waiting
to be tasted?
Or was it simply that you heard
flowers were sweeter across the road?
JDG
When disquiet comes
the mind clicks in and even
more trouble begins.
It grinds and grinds out reasons
why, going back to
infancy, rushing ahead
to what-ifs, then-whats,
fearsome possibilities.
Best to train the mind to rest.
JDG
Special satisfaction comes when we do
not what we want,
but what we
know is
best.
JDG
This tease of a breeze
whispers promises, raising
hopes of cooler days.
Clouds try to hide sun’s grin, though
they know he’ll have the last laugh.
JDG
Seeking ways to pass
time as it passes me –
“is”, “was”,
and never-to-be-reached “will be”.
JDG
Lying still, watching
the clouds slide by, the waves break,
breath move in and out.
JDG
At least you can say
he’s consistent: everything
about him is small.
JDG
With no guarantee
of why or when, we reach for
the best, acknowledge
the worst, celebrate our gains,
mourn our losses, make our peace.
JDG