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.
June ends today.
July will unfold with its timely splendor, but August is waiting in the shadows.
The days have already grown shorter, slightly, each day with less and less sunlight.
Daylight only lasts so long.
And that’s how it happens; summer can easily slip away.
Make the most of it, as you can, when you can.
Make a picnic out of each meal possible. Select local vegetables and fruit as it comes into season.
Savour each bite of a watermelon, for the sweet succulent fruit will only quench parched throats for so long.
Ride your bicycle a little slower; take in the sights, and the sounds, of summer. Should you pass swiftly by all that surrounds you, you will only come to a stop and realize autumn is whispering in your ear.
Enjoy your summer days. This time is short. Make the memories as you can, when you can.
06/30/2019 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.