Watching the wind shake the branches
just enough for
a little snow
to slip and join
the whiteness on the waiting ground,
I remember
there are many
ways and many
times for letting go, some easy,
some not so much,
but such times come
to all of us.
JDG
Watching the wind shake the branches
just enough for
a little snow
to slip and join
the whiteness on the waiting ground,
I remember
there are many
ways and many
times for letting go, some easy,
some not so much,
but such times come
to all of us.
JDG
As evening fell so did, at last, the snow.
Throughout the day
we waited,
adults
and
kids,
looking
for a glimpse
of falling white.
Now that it’s here, some moan while others cheer.
JDG
Some leaves cling til Spring
though they’re not evergreen. Is
it curiosity
or something less benign that
keeps them holding on so long?
JDG
Some mornings the light
slides in slow, giving us time
to gather ourselves
and match its pace. Those ducks though
were not interested
in moving slow. They only
paused for a short break
before they resumed, with great
ado, their well-aligned flight.
JDG
She met me at the car, tears on
her cheeks. She was
crying, she said,
’cause her sister
was hurting. This morning she told
me to just sit
and rest while
she made my bed.
It is no surprise that given
a list of core
values, Sami
chose empathy.
JDG
Beneath the bottom
another dimension lies,
one that defies all
we think we know. It only
asks of us radical trust.
JDG
When a snowflake falls
in Kansas, we in Goochland,
Virginia, close schools.
We wrote the book on ounces
of prevention and their worth.
JDG
The full moon smiles
back at itself – deep meeting
deep in sky and lake –
darkness lightly holding all –
sky and lake, moon, and me.
JDG
Anticipating
her departure, the clouds began
to cry as the wind
whispered softly, “She’ll be back
by and by.” Let us
cherish, while we wait, memories
of meals and music shared,
shopping trips taken,
jokes and stories told,
board games played, jewelry made
all in five very short days.
JDG
The twinkle was not
only in my eye. The ground,
the road, the water’s
edge sparkled too as if to say,
“Our vote’s with you on
this cold January day.
We’ll choose winter wonder too.”
JDG