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.
In a matter of days, the temperature has caught up with the month.
For weeks now the heat has been ever-present, even at night. Seasonally unusual, but appreciated. The leaves on the trees have hardly changed to the resplendent colours you expect this time of year.
The few roses remaining on the bushes at my favorite park have wilted more from lack of precipitation than anything else. The leftover rain from yesterday reminds us how things change.
We have been blessed.
This is a time to be thankful for what is there, for what surrounds us, even as this morning’s chilly temperatures remind us how fortunate we are.
This is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada.
With all that is going on in the world, this is truly a time to be thankful for where we are.
10/09/2023 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.