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.
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.