One by one those jays
approach, heads turning this way
and that. It’s clear they’re
on a mission as they draw
ever near. One quick
swoop followed by another
and, poof, the cat’s bowl is clear.
JDG
That Final Turn Toward Home
It’s always the same,
the feeling I get on that
final turn toward home –
no matter if the sweet scent
of honeysuckle
or the smell of burning logs
fills the air. The moon
may be a sliver, the day
overcast or lit
with sun, I may have been gone
a moment or not
been home for weeks, but always
I feel lucky and give thanks.
JDG
Done Undone
Foregone conclusions
have a way of going wrong.
See Clinton 08.
JDG
This Moment
Fleeting though it is,
this moment, snatched from the jaws
of busyness, feeds
all those starving in the midst
of overgrown too-muchness.
JDG
Opening Act
Sunlight rides the waves
as morning comes blazing in
and seagulls scatter.
Out at sea, porpoises grin
at this day’s opening act.
JDG
Natural Balance
“Even the sky cried
when he left,” she said, finding
comfort in nature
until her younger sister
mentioned the falling bird poo.
JDG
A Big If
If we really believe all lives matter,
wouldn’t our words
and actions
be ones
of
deep
respect?
Wouldn’t we
take the time to
listen before we judge or scold or preach?
JDG
Poetic Offering (a guest post by Janet Cook)
Today’s poetic offering
began with a whole lotta bitchin’
but when the blue streak lifted,
the view was clearer.
Janet Cook
Bliss
For a few hours
I whisper sweet nothings in
silence’s cocked ear.
JDG
Riding The Waves
It’s the first day of vacation and we’re
at ocean-side,
light-hearted,
relaxed,
free.
JDG
