Color has burst upon these woods,
adding new hues
to all that green.
Before winter
comes with its stark and measured tone,
these trees will sing
in notes of red
and brown and gold,
reminding us that the Great Round
holds all colors
equally as
it slowly turns.
JDG
Body and Mind have now agreed
to let Spirit
come moderate
their hot debate.
At Spirit’s nod they both begin:
“What would you do?
Where would you be
if not for me?”
With a grin, Spirit looks at them.
“Where WOULD you be?
Ponder that and
get back to me.”
JDG
I’ve been lassoed once again, yanked
from my small world,
pulled into yours.
It’s not the place
I want to be. I was not asked.
Given a choice,
I’d much prefer
to stay away.
But, upon finding myself here,
perhaps, I can
expand my view
and include you.
JDG
I don’t know when I stopped asking –
thinking somehow,
somewhere, sometime
“why” would stop by
and whisper her secret knowing,
letting me see
the mystery
unwrapped, laid bare.
These days I simply sit and watch
as evening clouds
swirl gossamer
across the sky.
JDG
When all is said and done and well
enough is left
alone at last,
what then remains?
Somewhere between before and aft,
was and will be,
lies a silent
openness, free
from earnest efforting, a space
to slowly stretch,
to deeply breathe,
to take it in.
JDG
I watched as that tree, once gold, now
bare, danced from bud
to fulsome green.
Now at her feet
lie remnants of her changing self
as she stands gray,
a sentinel,
awaiting wind
to carry her into winter
and then on through
to spring again –
a circle dance.
JDG
I know the words but not the song;
the music, but
not the dance. So
what if I sing
a little off key and I can’t
quite keep the beat?
“So what?” is what
I have to say.
When all is said and sung and danced,
I’d want to know
that even so,
I tried to prance.
JDG
Way out where I live, voting day
began in fog.
Still, the sun shone
through, casting light
enough, perhaps, to disipate
the fog of words
that closes hearts
and empties minds.
Maybe we can bring together
love and logic
as we select
with whom we’ll stand.
JDG
Woke up this morning with an old
song on my mind –
I can hear that
whistle blowing.
It takes me back five hundred miles
to a time when
all those, now gone,
were singing here.
When my time comes to get aboard,
I want to know
that I, too, left
behind a song.
JDG
It’s the applying part that’s hard,
not the concepts,
the injunctions,
or the desire.
All those I have and even more.
Love thy neighbor.
Check. Save the whales.
Check. Look before
you leap. Check. But when the rubber
hits the road, I
don’t even leave
skid marks behind.
JDG
