When Virginia has
just right days with cloudless skies,
the tang of autumn
in the air, and kids (at last)
back in school, we know
heaven’s knocking on the door,
waiting for hearts’ openings.
JDG
Breathing Space
Alone without dogs,
cats, or kids, I take a breath
and then another.
It won’t be long before they
return, but for now
I wrap myself in blessed
quiet, offer silent thanks.
JDG
Turn Signals
Red Dogwood berries
signal season’s yearly shift
to much cooler days.
It won’t be long til other
trees slowly begin to turn.
JDG
A Divine Collect
How can we insure
with each passing year, we’ll grow
wiser, more compassionate?
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We must be like gods:
hearts open, desires known,
from ourselves no secrets hid.
Righting Process
That’s my story, but
why stick to it? Revision,
as the word implies,
lets me change my point of view,
points the way to something new.
JDG
Stormy Weather
The night got into
a fight with itself. Sharp sparks
flew as the sky wept.
JDG
A Big Stretch
How we left it is
a small part of the story.
There is so much more.
The question is where to start,
how to stretch our hearts
to include it all: the best
moments and the worst,
the failures and the triumphs,
the mundane and the sublime.
JDG
A Veiled Start
Mist lingers among
the trees, hovering over
ground and pond, lending
a note of mystery to
a plodding midweek morn.
JDG
Recalibrating
After a day filled
with “if only”, I slowly
shift to “Ok. This.”
JDG
Guide Dogs
“You twitched,” they say, tails
wagging as I lie abed.
“Let us guide you to
our empty bowls and then we’ll
take a walk.” “But it’s
early,” I sigh, “and the sun
has yet to rise.” “Don’t
worry,” they insist. “Once you’re
up, we stand ready to assist.”
JDG
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