I plan, I reflect,
I tell myself stories,
I remember,
I get lost.
I circle back to times past
or travel to tomorrowland,
but sometimes an unexpected stillness comes
and I find myself right here, right now,
awake and at rest.
JDG
I plan, I reflect,
I tell myself stories,
I remember,
I get lost.
I circle back to times past
or travel to tomorrowland,
but sometimes an unexpected stillness comes
and I find myself right here, right now,
awake and at rest.
JDG
Against all odds, we found it,
a dress we both adore.
When an eighteen year old
and one past seventy
finally agree on anything,
especially on a dress,
you’ve got something really special.
You’ve got nothing less than a miracle.
JDG
It just takes a slight
promise of sun to brighten
the gloom of the day –
another reminder that
neither gold nor gray can stay.
JDG
During a pause on
this rain-soaked afternoon, three
hungry jays vie for
dining rights amidst a gang
of single-minded,
acrobatic squirrels and
one tiny tufted
titmouse – a backyard drama
rivaling the best
of political combat
and reality t.v.
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