Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
of interest
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
This Is The Fall
Posted on October 25, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Perhaps you try daily to ignore the obvious. Or the obvious becomes unpredictable and you choose to pay attention to the warmer days and let the chilly mornings pass unheeded.
Autumn colours make it easy, those resplendent yellows, and orange, and deep mahogany show up when we most need colour in our life.
Then come mornings when you notice the cold more than the dark, and you realize the up side of autumn has passed, and this is the fall.
It will only get worse before it gets better. Winter is always longer than it needs to be; there is far too much time until spring’s reprieve.
Another season of change. We either change with it, or we are changed by it.
10/25/2020 j.g.l.
