When I saw those golden daffodils poke
their bright faces
through that small
picket
fence
to
grin at
passersby,
I smiled too.
I hope their sweet owner enjoyed their joke.
JDG
Called
An afternoon sky,
monochromatic, subdued,
the palest of grey,
invites me to move beyond
preference, calls me
to push past prejudice, to
come to that place
where I can allow myself
to relax and simply see.
JDG
Star Presence
“That’s my daddy’s star,”
she said and even though dawn
had come, it was still
there. “I have one too. We claimed
them when he was still
here, and even though he’s gone,
and sometimes I can’t
see our stars, I know they’re there
and both of us are in the sky.”
JDG
Spring Snuck In
With snow just a few
days gone, the sun hurriedly
snuck Spring in, hoping
snow would stay away. Rumor
has it snow’s coming
back soon and will turn a cold
shoulder to invading Spring.
JDG
The Truth
When I was younger
and my father already old,
I spoke the truth.
He listened.
He spoke.
“If I take in all you’ve said,
I’d have to believe my whole life
was based on a lie.
I’m not strong enough to do that.”
No denials.
No explanations.
No justifications.
Just one truth met with another.
JDG
Original Creation
We humans like to
select a few bones from our
bare experience
and create a skeleton
of story. Once fleshed
out, that story walks away
from us on legs all its own.
JDG
Joy In The Wings
When I woke up, they
were there, lined up and waiting,
those wise visitors
from the sky. They remembered
where to come when their
world grew white. I only gave
them seed. And they? They gave joy.
JDG
A Promise Held
Through the steady fall
of snow the tiny, swollen
tips of those bushes
and those trees hold the budding
promise of approaching Spring.
JDG
Wind’s Way
As
I sit
among these
trees, listening
to the wind, I see how it affects each
trunk, each branch, each leaf differently and sense
there’s a teaching
here in wind’s
way with
trees.
JDG
Trying
They say by Monday
we’ll have snow again and I
hush my mouth before
those words my mama told me
not to say escape.
Instead, I breathe and try to
be present to what
is – which is Friday, blue skies,
sun, and a nip in the air.
JDG
