The night train whistles.
From the dark a plaintive owl
replies,”Who? Who? Who?”.
JDG
No Go
A rainy Sunday
gives us space to simply see,
to rest and not to
run, to linger long and not
dash here and there, to – just – be.
JDG
Resting Place
It took a lifetime
to get here – to this little
brown house I call home.
Nestled among rolling hills,
tucked beneath tall pines,
sitting at water’s edge, it
rests. I know with all
my being I don’t own this
small house and land. They own me.
JDG
(With gratitude to all who helped make this dream a reality)
In Full Light
That sun and moon, they’ve
seen it all and still they shine,
shedding light on all
of us, hoping we might see
the light and become light too.
JDG
Lunar Reflections
Full November moon,
reflecting on pond and land,
finds it to be good.
Giving Thanks
How do we give thanks?
Are words enough or should we
reach for something more?
JDG
Scintillating Dialogue
The sky opens with
sunny quips; the land responds
with frosty twinkles
Never Mind
Never mind what they say – it seldom is
only “only”.
There’s often
so much
more.
JDG
Parents, So To Speak
So … to speak or not
remains a haunting question
for parents of teens
and it’s no consolation
to know whichever
you choose will surely be wrong,
at least in their teenage minds.
JDG
I’ll Take My Cue
As winter draws near, I’ll take my cue from
these Autumn trees
and let what’s
finished
go.
JDG
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