Confidence. Often, sadly, is not
readily available.
Doubt has its way. Can you do
all you think you can?
What holds you back from
completing a plan?
Questions arise, no answers
in sight. How will you step ahead
through the fear and the fright,
insecurity and dread.
There is always something
untoward in your attempts
at moving forward.
Often it is the way.
Confidence, or lack thereof,
on this or any day.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
Is the sky the limit?
Distance only knows, the time
it takes from here to where.
Migratory patterns obvious
in the sounds of Spring.
Renewal and revitalization as familiar
up above as here on Earth.
We know our place
when we arrive. Obvious patterns,
our familiar ways, we settle into
the consolation and inspiration
of our longer warmer days.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
For all that has happened
when we notice
the perennial present tense
of what is really going on.
Awareness finds you
not when you seek, but
only as you notice.
Only then
will it make sense.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
softly
snowfall
suddenly
coming to rest
stopping
silently sitting
a reminder
soon
it will melt
seasons
one into another
there
will be more
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
The ice and snow of the past season melt slowly, opening paths we have avoided through the winter or passed over anyway.
The ritualistic sounds of Canada Geese returning home become more obvious each day.
We pull lighter jackets from the back of the closet and might not even bother with winter mitts and hats.
Our landscape’s lifeless trees now seem to offer possibility as we wait for buds to form, the appearance of leaves, and then the full-on foliage of the canopy that will shelter us from summer heat still months away.
We notice these habitudes and happenings.
We follow these patterns like a promise.
Spring itself is a promise. Hinting of better days ahead, more daylight and an increase in temperatures, there is a resolve to make us feel better about ourselves.
Spring, right now, is the promise we need.
j.g.l.