How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 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.
It’s worth taking time to enjoy
a home-brewed cup of coffee
from a special mug, a leisurely
game of Scrabble, dashing off
a few Christmas cards to
faraway friends, or reading a
couple of favourite poems while
listening to a symphony you
haven’t heard in a while.
In these days where ‘busy’ seems
to take up all your time,
you need to step away from the
everyday stuff and do the
things you want to do.
Give yourself a time away
from all the big responsibilities
that occupy your life, and
enjoy the little things,
even just for a moment or two.
It is the little things, especially
this time of year, that will
surely make a big difference
in how you feel.
12/11/2017 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.