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.
As New Moon Can
Posted on July 10, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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The night
accepts the silence,
appreciates
the soft, steady breath
of lovers
and dogs.
New Moon
shows as no moon can.
High resolution
darkness softening
hard edges
and difficult lives.
Here we are,
part of the silence,
immune to
time and temperature,
and words
once spoken.
©2017 j.g. lewis
