We walk through the world
differently according to
how we see. Are we
aware of a sacred spark
in all, in some, or in none?
JDG
With Open Eyes
“If you find yourself
dozing off as you practice
meditation, try
meditating with your eyes
open,” they said. I
did. I stayed awake and saw
everything with new
eyes. As I felt my tightened
shoulders ease, I saw,
in my awakened state, both
a strength and fragility.
JDG
At Day’s Start
The slightest stirring
of a breeze barely ruffles
the quiet early
morning air, my thoughts the only
noise. Even the crows
keep their cawing to themselves.
Through the silent sky
a single disc of light shines,
signaling the start of day.
JDG
Sunless Sunday Afternoon
I sit and watch as
rain gently falls on slowly
greening hills, greeting
forsythia and Bradford
Pear, coaxing them to
fuller bloom. Though I long to
feel the warmth of sun,
I bask in silence on this
sunless Sunday afternoon.
JDG
My Dog Toby Does His Part
He lies there on the hill, surveying all
who come and go.
Rain drizzles
down, but
he
stays
at his
post, content,
knowing he has
helped make the world safe for democracy.
JDG
If
Perhaps if we take
matters into our own hands
and step out in
our true colors, Winter will
take the hint and melt
away. That’s what the bulbs, trees,
and bushes seemed, at
last, to say. Now we’ll have to
wait and see if Winter grasps
such subtlety.
JDG
Just Who
Etched against the evening sky, tall branches
wait, reaching out
to catch the
falling
moon
as
owl asks
once again,
as he often
does, his ever haunting question of who.
JDG
For A Fleeting Moment
Why be grateful for
that burst of yellow gladness
some stranger planted
along my path?
Like all such beauty,
it will pass –
droop, shrivel, and decay –
an unwelcome reminder
of all that was and all that lies ahead.
But for a fleeting moment,
gratitude filled my heart
and my mind stopped doing
all that minds are wont to do.
JDG
Winter Ways
Winter woes remain.
Though spring has come, so has
icy rain and snow.
~~
~~
What? Those snow flurries
failed to close the schools this time?
– a winter wonder.
~~
Winter wind blows cold,
chases the warmth away, leaves
behind these poems.
JDG
Light Of A Partial Moon
The room was filled with
the light of a partial moon
but there was nothing
partial about the comfort
brought to an uneasy night.
JDG
