Out here, among these rolling hills, we find
shelter and sweet
protection
from day’s
stress.
No
matter
the weather,
the month, the year,
these hills hold space for us to take a breath.
JDG
Morning Madness
Dogs and cats and kids,
all hungry, demanding food –
morning madness reigns
JDG
Ways And Reasons
Nature has its ways and reasons
beyond what we
can ever know.
No matter how many facts
we gather or theories spin,
a part can’t fully comprehend the whole.
JDG
Haiku and Senryu
In summer morning
mist, trees await the kiss of
slowly rising sun.
~
~
Though some may see shapes
in those shifting morning clouds,
I see senryu.
JDG
Dogged Persistence
When his beseeching eyes
don’t make me budge, he tries
a not-so-gentle nudge.
Reluctantly, I reach for his leash,
signaling a begrudging peace.
JDG
Real Magic
As a kid I tried to find a magic pen –
the kind with all the answers.
When I put that pen to paper,
the answers would surely flow.
~
I never found that magic pen,
nor did I find those answers,
but I found pure magic in
some ordinary places.
JDG
Haiku Happiness
Newly fallen rain
winks in summer’s setting sun
as bright flowers beam.
JDG
It’s Time (Chapter 15)
“Small voice, I’ve been getting some proddings lately,” I say.
“Proddings?” small voice says.
“Yeah. A friend asked about you for one thing,” I answer.
“And what did you say?” small voice asks.
“I said we’d drifted apart.”
“I think it’s you who drifted,” small voice replies. ” I haven’t gone anywhere.”
“You’re sounding kind of self-righteous,” I say. “Anyway,
I’ve gotten other messages that I should
get back in touch.”
“And you decided to pay attention?” small voice asks.
“Yeah, I guess,” I say.
“You guess?” small voice asks.
“Well, sometimes you make me
really uncomfortable,” I say.
“That’s part of my job description,” small voice says.
“I wish it were a smaller part,” I say.
Small voice looks at me and smiles.
“Welcome back, Wayward Wisher,” small voice says. “We’ll
pick up where we left off.”
I groan.
JDG
When Green Means No
It’s all in how you see a thing.
Once an obstacle, red lights now provide
a welcome pause for me
to pen some priceless phrase
before it flies away.
I become indignant
when the light ahead turns green
just as I ‘m about to capture
some immortal scene.
JDG
If We But Go
Beneath the surface,
if we go deep, compassion’s
mighty river flows.
JDG
