Grief, that unwanted
gift, love’s final offering,
must not be refused.
JDG
Hark, The Herald Angels
Before the sun has
risen, they have. These kids, who
seldom stir themselves
when school’s in session, leap to
greet said sun this Christmas break.
JDG
My Turn
When I’m the cause of
all the trouble, the only
place to turn is in.
JDG
Huh?
I’d like to say there’s
a time for every season
under heaven, but
what’s with this year’s strange WinSpring
thing when we could have some snow?
JDG
Word Dance
When profundity
lies out of reach and even
the mundane retreats,
it’s time to set pen aside
and dance to a different beat.
JDG
Mix-up
Whoops! It seems there’s been
some confusion this Christmas
and the reindeer have
somehow strangely morphed into
some very unwelcome rain, dear.
JDG
Night Light ?
All through the rainy
night, I dreamed of sun-lit days
and fresh-fallen snow
only to awaken to
a warm day and still
more rain. I know our dreams don’t
come to poke or tease,
but sun-lit days, fresh fallen
snow? That’s a bit much, you know.
JDG
Just For The Record
I’m going to start a diminishment chart.
I figure it’s
the least I
can do
to
keep
track of
mine and see,
once and for all,
if it is really true that less is more.
JDG
Shh…
Near the water’s edge
tall pines sway as wind whispers
secrets to the sun.
JDG
Imperfectly Perfect
December family
birthday party – a happy
celebration of
presence and the present,
a feast of laughter and tall tales.
JDG
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