To turn to feelings of a darker kind
with gentleness
and respect
can shift
our
view,
alter
our stance, and
help us meet life’s
difficulties with unexpected ease.
JDG
Plain Comfort
Who would have thought we’d
be so glad to see brown once
more? After many
days of white and ice, lovely
though they were, it is
plain brown that comforts us and
brings us back to solid ground.
JDG
School’s Out Snow Poetry In Multiple Forms
Darn, darn, darn, darn, darn.
Darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn, darn,
darn, and double darn.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
#!#!, #!#!, #!#!, #!#!, #!#!, #!#!, #!#
(tanka)
~~~~~
How long? How long? How long? How long? How long?
How long? How Long?
How long? How
long? How
l…o…n…g ?
(tetractys)
~~~~
Too cold to stay outside for long.
Too boring just
to watch t.v.
Picking on each
other is ok for a time
til someone goes
a bit too far.
Then the loud calls
for me to referee begin.
Kids and snow – one
or the other
just has to go.
(minute)
JDG
The NOs Have It
No school, no work, no
heat. No smiles, patience, or
milk. Not even bread.
How is it possible that
through these NOs the sun can shine?
JDG
A Wee Bit Of Magic
Some nights the winter fairies come dusting
everything with
white, lending
a wee
bit
of
magic
to a day
begun in grey,
adding enough to chase the blues away.
JDG
Moving Signs
The sky was filled with
corrugated cardboard clouds
and more ravens than
I could count. I wish I knew
what this might portend
as I move slowly, inch by
inch, into another place.
JDG
Unsavory Loaves
Round and round my thoughts
ground, using each resulting
grain to make a dough with
resentment as its yeast. For
six months I baked this
bread I never could digest,
and all the while,
laid out before me, was a
banquet I refused to see.
JDG
What To Do?
What to do when I’m half-way through and I’m
already done?
From what source
can I
draw
when
little
energy
remains? Friendships
hold living water and from them I drink.
JDG
Nothing Gray Can Stay
There’s something about
the sun on a cold winter’s
day that warms body
and soul and stops what is gray
from stealing our fire away.
JDG
My Early Awakening
For me, early awakening
does not point to
a precocious
awareness of
the depth, beauty, and meaning found
in all things each
day, though I wish
it did. Rather,
it means those mornings I open
my eyes at four
o’clock whether
I want to or not.
JDG
