The sun had not fully set when
the moon appeared,
two sky parents
tag-teaming to
end the day and begin the night.
Soon the stars will
join the moon and
they together
will light the sky, keeping vigil
throughout the night
until the sun
brings home the day.
JDG
It all comes down to this single
moment when the
door swings open
and you enter
and settle in, when you curl up
next to my heart’s
fire and your warmth
slowly begins
to fill the house. Even after
you’ve gone and cold
and dark descend,
your warmth remains.
JDG
I prefer a dappled path to
full-out sun or
shade. Its mix of
ever-shifting
light paints many pictures to guide
my eye and ground
my walk, helping
me step softly,
note with special care all that’s here
so fleetingly
before the day
fades into night.
JDG
As the light ahead turned to green,
I found myself
eager to push
on through before
it could turn red, a simple thing,
but a telling
one. The quiet
ease with where I
was shifted instantly to a
desire, not known
til then, of where
I hoped to be.
JDG
The rain has come and washed away
much of the grime
of yesterday,
replenishing
the land, the pond and me. Yet, that’s
not always so.
Rain can fall too
long and hard or
not come at all, but for now I
celebrate the
just rightness of
this needed rain.
JDG
Before the day begins, when it’s
only the birds,
some squirrels, my
dogs and me, when
only the slightest breeze disturbs
the trees, the rain
has stopped and there’s
not a ripple
on the pond from turtle or snake,
I meet myself
again after
night’s brief parting.
JDG
Sunday’s slow and steady rain brought
me quietly
inside where I
could linger for
a while over books and tea.
I soaked myself
in timelessness,
savoring the
chance to pause and slowly steep in
reverie, a
welcome reprieve
from busyness.
JDG
May our minds be clear and our hearts
be open with
each breath we take.
Let this be the
ground from which we listen and from
which we speak. May
our minds be clear
and our hearts be
open to all that has been, all
that is and all
to come as we
make sacred space.
JDG
On the dock, new fishing pole in
hand, they sat, these
two granddaughters
of mine, gladly
fishing as the sun slowly sank
beyond the hills.
They both swear they
caught a fish named
George twenty-seven times if you
count both this year
and years past. George
just can’t resist.
JDG
In the distance the sun might break
through, but here there’s
just a haze of
grey. There’s no need
to wait upon the sun. We can
join the rabbits,
the crows, the deer
and get started
in the grey that’s here. The sun may
shine or it may
not, but this is
the day we’ve got.
JDG
