Some days we just need
a dog’s steady devotion
and unfaltering
forgiveness to “come ’round right”.
It’s not that Toby
doesn’t see, it’s that he sees
unwaveringly.
From that place of surety,
he makes what’s imperfect whole.
JDG
Amidst Winter Winds
Chilled by winter winds but warmed by thoughts of
three young girls, all
winter born
but with
hearts
of
summer,
I bask in
their stories and
the music they bring this cold December.
JDG
Earth Whispers
Early this morning when the fields
still lay under
a whisper of
white, the trees stood,
branches raised, a mute offering
in the cold hush
of day. Before
the sun begins
its long journey across the sky,
I stand too, held
by earth’s beauty
and quiet grace.
JDG
On This Dark Night
As the days grow ever more short
and darkness comes
so early now,
even the dogs
stay close to home and the cats don’t
venture far. Why,
I wonder, is
it only I
wending my way home on this dark
night when even
the moon stays tucked
behind the clouds?
JDG
A Slow Start
Silver glazed trees glisten in the grey light
of an icy
morning. I
slow down
and
share
the sight
with raven,
deer and squirrel.
Content, I head on down the road to work.
JDG
Icy Hopes
The crook of that cherry tree
held a bit of
the forecast white
but otherwise
the land lay rain-soaked but bare.
Inside, the kids
crossed their fingers
and hoped for ice.
It would be nice, they said, to
be snowed in, but
they’d settle for
roads slick with ice.
JDG
Winter’s Harsh Rebuff
Did Autumn linger
too long, I wonder, or Spring
make an untimely visit?
Today Winter gave
a harsh rebuff to all such
intrusive, unseasoned guests.
JDG
The Middle Way
Living among these
gently rolling hills with wide
fields and scattered woods,
with neighbors near but not too
close, I’ve come to feel
the wisdom of the middle
way where there’s not too
little and there’s not too much,
but still there is just enough.
JDG
Raven’s Call
Ravens see me off
to work and greet me when
I return. What they’re
up to when I’m gone, I do
not know. Their magic
follows me throughout the day
and toward evening calls me home.
JDG
When Women Gather
When women gather
over time to consider
a book or a dream,
to piece a quilt, shape a poem,
or form a soul collage,
water from a deep
underground river flows within,
between, among them.
When they return to
their work in the larger world,
they return refreshed
for having dipped their cups in
those waters and drunk their fill.
JDG
