Watching the endless
spool of time unwind, I give
thanks for being here
to catch a passing glimpse of
the eternal in the now.
JDG
Homecoming
Four years ago today, on September 4, 2011, I started this blog with the following poem:
The Shed
Before even a road was laid
the shed was there,
nestled amidst
tall pines, scrub trees;
a holding place for lawn tractor,
shovels, hoes, rakes,
and a woman,
who, mowing done,
rested and watched two great blue
herons soar and
nest, their place found,
hers yet to be.
What I didn’t know then, but what I have come to know, is that it is in the act of writing that I have found my place. Thank you for joining me here on aholdingplace.
JDG
Circle Dance
Circle openings
let what’s new enter and what’s
old leave, allowing
for the constancy of change
and the chance for renewal.
JDG
Late Summer’s Coffers
Late summer’s coffers overflow with gold
before the fall
of multi-
colored
coins.
JDG
One or More?
I’ve always envied
those whose dispositions let
them greet whatever
comes with grace. Did they simply
win the genetic
lottery or did practice
and diligence play a part?
JDG
Mountains of Needed Change
It’s
easy
to be stopped
by magnitude
unless we first adjust our attitude.
JDG
Wind Song
Ripples in the trees
and upon the pond below –
nature’s harmonics
Eleanor’s Reminder
Today when sharp aches
and pains stalked my day, my thoughts
turned to my deceased
friend Eleanor who, somehow,
in the midst of her
own suffering, found a way
to send compassion
to others also in pain.
Through thoughts of her I’m
able to find my way to
both compassion and relief.
JDG
Questionable
“It’s the prickly pear,”
the grandkids said when asked what
tree was most like me.
Though impressed with their knowledge
of trees, I wondered
why it was that the sugar
maple failed to spring to mind.
JDG
Warm-Up
Warm though it may be,
the dogwoods’ slowly turning
leaves sing haltingly.
The full-throated chorus of
fall color is yet to come.
JDG
