Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
Of course it has been cold,
as we wait for it to grow
colder. As it is this time of
year, or as it is supposed
to be. A recurring reality.
We live it, as we do, until
we don’t . As they may say,
it’s only what we believe.
And then, by 1:53, it was
as they said it would be.
Wet and ugly from above,
on the street it is winter,
as winter can, and will, be,
Just as they said. How long
will it last? Will we believe?
02/16/2021 j.g.l.
