As it is and will be
for the foreseeable future, there is
only what remains behind the disguise.
As natural as it has been, as
astonishing as it occasionally seems,
we can only hope it will get better.
Why is it we allow optimism
to dislimn all that is?
Hope casts a lengthy shadow.
05/17/2024 j.g.l.
This morning is
just this morning.
Last night
was only a night.
Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.
A destination will look different
at the end of the day.
05/14/2024 j.g.l.
This period of organic transformation, as seasons do what seasons have done before, is full of possibilities.
It is only natural to wonder what happens next as temperatures climb and the sun promotes growth, gratitude, and further change.
This is evolution in its most natural elemental. A beauty to behold, daily, hourly, seasonally.
Take the time to notice.
Enjoy it all.
05/13/2025 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.
Common Marigolds have replaced last month’s (or last season’s) tulips in the flower beds at my favourite downtown park.
After the tulips had done their thing this spring by displaying a bit of colour, relief, and magic to a landscape still recovering from a weary winter, they succumbed to the natural path of life, doffed their petals and wilted down to barren brown stems.
Marigolds, still small and hopeful, have brought dabs of colour back to St. James Park’s well-tended garden, offering significance again to the earth. Hardy as they are — able to survive both plentiful rain and modest drought (and at this point we’re still not sure which direction summer is headed) — the marigolds will guide us through the next few months (summer is so unbearably short) and attract butterflies, bumble bees, and many photographers (just like me) who will admire the beauty of the present.
Fortified by yesterday’s rain (and perhaps tonight’s … or tomorrow’s), the humble plants will grow and expand as much as time allows, each day nourishing our souls and adding more colour to our lives.
06/27/2023 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.