Through cricket filled nights,
distant trains pass – longings stir
for what is unknown.
JDG
Through cricket filled nights,
distant trains pass – longings stir
for what is unknown.
JDG
To stop the spinning
of head, heart, and unhelpful tales,
tactical breathing gives us pause,
helps us reframe and regain our ground.
JDG
Turkey vultures perched
on rolled bales of summer hay –
Halloween prelude
JDG
Before I knew it
I was off in Storyland,
caught in tales of my
own making. One deep breath helps
me see the trip I’m taking.
JDG
When kids and grandkids
are poets, you know things will
go from bad to verse.
JDG
Prophets are like that,
you know. They set themselves in
our path and refuse
to budge until we take note.
That praying mantis
lived up to his prophet name,
plastering himself
to our door in silent
proclamation of
the power of prayerful stillness,
challenging us to listen.
JDG
Blue Bachelor Buttons
pass Season’s megaphone to
waving Golden Girls
who colorfully announce
Autumn’s upcoming parade.
JDG
Amid the swell and sweep of change, they stood,
these friends weathered
by events
and years.
They
spoke
of what
once was, what
is, what might be –
their words caught by crescent moon, setting sun.
JDG
With harsh words spoken,
no reflective pause taken,
heart connection missed,
she took the time to circle
back around and try again.
JDG
In the rush from here to over there, may
I not lose sight
of all that
matters,
of
all
that is
beautiful,
of all that calls
out to be acknowledged along the way.
JDG